Would be great if loneliness could always be helped by being surrounded by a group of people, if you know what I mean, but no proofs on that, only speculations leading nowhere.
It appeared to me now how we turn actual people into mythical figures, projecting our personal experiences, fears and desires on them. Robespierre, the Unloved One. Desmoulins, the Loved One. Saint-Just, the Rebelious One, etc.(same thing with giving especially the first and the last one the etiquette of "cold bastards"). Historical people disappear.

And thanks :)