Have no fear!
Nothing more difficult.
How does one kill fear, I wonder?
How do you shoot a spectre
through the heart,
slash off its spectral head,
take it by its spectral throat?
It is an enterprise you rush into
while you dream,
and are glad to make your escape
with wet hair and every limb shaking.
The bullet is not run,
the blade not forged,
the man not born;
even the winged words of truth
drop at your feet
like lumps of lead.
You require
for such a desperate encounter
an enchanted and poisoned shaft dipped
in a lie too subtle
to be found on earth.
An enterprise for a dream, my masters!
(Joseph Conrad - Lord Jim)
(art by Brendon Flynn)
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