Next thing you know...

Well, my dear guardian angels, in the shipwreck of life - for life it seems, has become an eternal shipwreck of my hopes - I cast into the sea my useless encumbrance, that is all, and I remain with my own will, disposed to live perfectly disjointed, and consequently free.

Did he understand, as those interminable minutes ticked by, that being alone is not the same as being lonely? That being alone is neutral state. Is it possible? That which is around him does not affect his mood; his mood affects that which is around him. Is it true? Could he have possibly appreciated the subjective nature of loneliness, which is something that exists only in the mind, not in the world, and, like a virus, is unable to survive without a willing host?