"There were people in whose presence viktor found it hard to say even one word; his voice would go wooden and the conversation
would become grey and colourless - as though they were both deaf-mutes. There where people in whose presence even one sincere
word sounded falses. And there where old friends in whose presence he felt peculiarly alone.
What was the reason for all this? Why is that you occasionally meet someone - a travelling companion- a man sleeping
next you in a camp,someone who joins in a chance argument-in whose presence your inner world suddenly ceases to be mute and
isolated.?"
