But now I am cut off from those who had pleasure in me, since slaves instead
						of friends are my comrades; I am cut off from my pleasant intercourse with
						them, since I see in them no sign of good-will towards me. Drink and sleep I
						avoid as a snare. To fear a crowd, and yet fear solitude, to fear to go unguarded, and yet fear
						the very men who guard you, to recoil from attendants unarmed and yet
						dislike to see them armed—surely that is a cruel predicament!