There is something
demoralizing about watching two people get more and more
crazy about each other, especially when you are the only
extra person in the room. It's like watching Paris from
an express caboose heading in the opposite direction –
every second the city gets smaller and smaller, only you feel
it's really you getting smaller and smaller and lonelier
and lonelier, rushing away from all those lights and
excitement at about a million miles an hour.
— Sylvia Plath,
The Bell
Jar