when the frustrations of their jobs , the impersonality of numbers , the horror of history , the absence of god , and a thousand other things that pull them two ways , three ways and always are added up , dick and jane often feel that words can barely express , or at best can only approximate , the swarming vortex of conflicting emotions inside them , and it makes them feel like a child trapped in an abandoned refrigerator whose screams can not be heard .