"They both had strawberry sodas. They sucked the pink drops up through straws, she pouting at his smile, neither one of the conscious of being cute."
"The party dress was so gay and charming, light blue with a frothy lace collar flecked with pink, like the collar of her soda."
These sentences, sublime, beautiful come from the next to last chapter of Miss Lonelyhearts. The chapter is called "Miss Lonelyhearts and the Party Dress." As you can tell here, people become the things own, the things they do. Miss L is the advice columnist. Betty is her blue party dress. They are both strawberry sodas. Nothing here is stray. Nothing is an accident. It is no accident then that a few pages later Miss L. is lying at Betty's feet, at the bottom of stairwell, shot dead. It is no accident that the last chapter of the novel is titled "Miss Lonelyhearts Has a Religious Experience."