I’ll tell you what I fear most and it’s an irrational fear, true enough, and I know that I shouldn’t worry about it and that there are many more obvious things to be scared of all around us, and that my particular fear is the sort of fear that only people with too much time to brood could ever possibly have, and that if I was more engaged in everyday events I wouldn’t pay it a second thought, I would laugh and forget about it, yet despite this it’s still the thing I fear most.
Well, maybe the word most is a bit misleading. I suppose that if I tried hard I could envision something worse, a more horrible situation than the one that makes me so frightened. If I put my mind to it and spent ages inventing a grotesque t*****e of extreme malice, then yes, maybe I would finally admit that this ne
