This woman talks about Depression and Loneliness like they are detectives hiding out and trying to trip her up. How they catch up with her, and interogate her.
"They come upon me all silent and menacing like Pinkerton Detectives, and they flank me--Depression on my left, Loneliness on my right. They don't need to show me there badges. I know these guys very well. We've been playing this cat-and-mouse game for years now."
"Then they frisk me. They empty my pockets of any joy I had been carrying there. Depression even confiscates my identity; but he always does that.