The terror of the unknown — which is also a terror of death and of change — is also the terror of the stranger.
The terror of the unknown — which is also a terror of death and of change — is also the terror of the stranger.
“I ran upon life unknowing, without or science or art,
I found the first pretty maiden but she was a harlot at heart;
I wandered about the woodland after the melting of snow,
‘Here is the first pretty snowdrop’ — and it was the dung of a crow!”
Alfred, Lord Tennyson