Title:  Where No Fear Was:  A Book About Fear

Author:  Arthur Christopher Benson

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WHERE NO FEAR WAS

A BOOK ABOUT FEAR

By ARTHUR CHRISTOPHER BENSON

1914

“Thus they went on till they came to about the middle of the galley, and then Christiana said, ’Methinks I see something yonder on the read before us, a thing of such a shape such as I have not seen.’  Then said Joseph, ‘Mother, what is it?’ ’An ugly thing, Child, an ugly thing,’ said she.  ‘But, Mother, what is it like?’ said he. ‘’Tis like I cannot tell what,’ said she.  And now it was but a little way off.  Then said she, ‘It is nigh.’”

“Pilgrim’s Progress,” Part II.

Where No Fear Was

I

THE SHADOW

There surely may come a time for each of us, if we have lived with any animation or interest, if we have had any constant or even fitful desire to penetrate and grasp the significance of the strange adventure of life, a time, I say, when we may look back a little, not sentimentally or with any hope of making out an impressive case for ourselves, and interrogate the memory as to what have been the most real, vivid, and intense things that have befallen us by the way.  We may try to separate the momentous from the trivial, and the important from the unimportant; to discern where and how and when we might have acted differently; to see and to say what has really mattered, what has made a deep mark on our spirit; what has hampered