Guess he never heard of C.S. Lewis' book The Great Divorce.
Loneliness is the way of life in the grey town he sees.
"It seems the deuce of a town," I volunteered, "and that's what I can't understand. The parts of it
that I saw were so empty. Was there once a much larger population?"
"Not at all," said my neighbour. "The trouble is that they're so quarrelsome. As soon as anyone
arrives he settles in some street. Before he's been there twenty-four hours he quarrels with his
neighbour. Before the week is over he's quarrelled so badly that he decides to move. Very like he
finds the next street empty because all the people there have quarrelled with their neighbours-and
moved. So he settles in. If by any chance the street is full, he goes further. But even if he stays, it
makes no odds. He's sure to have another quarrel pretty soon and then he'll move on again. Finally
he'll move right out to the edge of the town and build a new house. You see, it's easy here. You've
only got to think a house and there it is. That's how the town keeps on growing." "Leaving more
and more empty streets?" "That's right.
There's loneliness all around. Created by those who claim to want to avoid it.
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