Lady in a Cage (1964), coronavirus

There was a party next door. College students. They were outside and I could have gone out and looked to see if it was just the people who lived there or if they had guests, but I didn't bother.

Here I am, a prisoner in my own home. I can only be freed when the coronavirus goes away and they're keeping it alive, spreading it among themselves.

I'm like Olivia de Havilland in Lady in a Cage. A wealthy disabled woman has a cage-like elevator in her home. She's alone for the weekend and starts to take the elevator down to the living room. It breaks down halfway. She's stuck in there. Then a bunch of beatniks and juvenile delinquents invade her home and she has to watch helplessly as they drink her liquor and wreck the place.

The analogy isn't perfect, of course.