A great metaphor for the way fear can bubble and multiply, bringing to the surface appalling images. What’s the antidote? To drink another product of fermentation?
‘Fear worked like yeast in my thoughts, and the fermentation brought to the surface, in great gobs of scum, the images of disaster.’
Source: Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited: The Sacred and Profane Memories of Captain Charles Ryder (Harmondsworth: Penguin, 1968 (1945)), p. 73
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