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Continue to ChatThe man who is unable to people his solitude is equally unable to be alone in a bustling crowd. The poet enjoys the incomparable privilege of being able to be himself or some one else, as he chooses. [...] The solitary and thoughtful stroller finds a singular intoxication in this universal communion. [...] What men call love is a very small, restricted, feeble thing compared with this ineffable orgy, this divine prostitution of the soul giving itself entire...to the unexpected as it comes along, the stranger as he passes. - Charles Baudelaire from https://whatsmyquote.com/quote/the-man-who-is-unable-to-people-his-solitude-is-equally-unable-to-be-alone-in-a-bustling-crowd-the-poet-enjoys