It is the mechanical nature of the affair that so depresses me.
Every breath of wind, every wave, every cloud, agitates and depresses us.
Because it depresses you, and I do not see the sense of causing you pain.
It is so antique and dismal that it depresses me dreadfully.
And it depresses me when I am at the office at night to think of you as lonely.
But we needn't ...