He had a fear of the dead, and of all inanimate things, rising up around him to claim him; it is the fear of the preeminently solitary child and solitary man ― Peter Ackroyd, Of Charles Dickens

Oderint, dum metuant

Fabio Sgroi, Sicilia, 2005

I loved her fright

Resist much, obey little. ― Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass