What I did experience when alone was a sort of general neurotic horror, a common attack of nerves and self-loathing magnified to the power of ten. Every cruel or fatuous thing I'd ever said came back to me with an amplified clarity, no matter how I talked to myself or jerked my head to shake the thoughts away: old insults and guilts and embarrassments stretching clear back to childhood-the crippled boy I'd made fun of, the Easter chick I'd squeezed to death-paraded before me one by one, in vivid and mordant splendor.
( Donna Tartt )
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