I don't know if this really counts, but I still feel such a profound sense of… exclusion, I suppose, here. Even at 76, after moving for that job at 53, I just never really re-established a core group. My old friends, well, after the divorce in my fifties, they mostly just… evaporated, or took sides, and I think maybe I just don't have the social capital anymore to penetrate these established social constellations. It’s a very particular kind of loneliness, I find. Not tragic, exactly, but persistent.