Chapter 56
I must say a word about fear. It is life's only true opponent. Only fear can defeat life. It is a clever,
treacherous1 adversary2, how well I know. It has no
decency3, respects no law or convention, shows no mercy. It goes for your weakest spot, which it finds with unerring ease. It begins in your mind, always. One moment you are feeling calm, self-possessed, happy. Then fear, disguised in the
garb4 of mild-mannered doubt, slips into your mind like a spy. Doubt meets disbelief and disbelief tries to push it out. But disbelief is a poorly armed foot soldier. Doubt does away with it with little trouble. You become anxious. Reason comes to do battle for you. You are
reassured5. Reason is
fully6 equipped with the latest weapons technology. But, to your
amazement7, despite superior tactics and a number of undeniable victories, reason is laid low. You feel yourself weakening, wavering. Your anxiety becomes
dread8.
Fear next turns fully to your body, which is already aware that something terribly wrong is going on. Already your lungs have flown away like a bird and your
guts9 have slithered away like a snake. Now your tongue drops dead like an opossum, while your
jaw10 begins to
gallop11 on the spot. Your ears go deaf. Your muscles begin to shiver as if they had
malaria12 and your knees to shake as though they were dancing. Your heart strains too hard, while your sphincter relaxes too much. And so with the rest of your body. Every part of you, in the manner most suited to it, falls apart. Only your eyes work well. They always pay proper attention to fear.
Quickly you make rash decisions. You dismiss your last allies: hope and trust. There, you've defeated yourself. Fear, which is but an impression, has triumphed over you.
The matter is difficult to put into words. For fear, real fear, such as shakes you to your foundation, such as you feel when you are brought face to face with your mortal end, nestles in your memory like a gangrene: it seeks to rot everything, even the words with which to speak of it. So you must fight hard to express it. You must fight hard to shine the light of words upon it. Because if you don't, if your fear becomes a wordless darkness that you avoid, perhaps even manage to forget, you open yourself to further attacks of fear because you never truly fought the opponent who defeated you.
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我必须说说恐惧。这是生命惟一真正的对手。只有恐惧能够打败生命。它是个聪明又奸诈的对手，这一点我太了解了。它没有尊严，既不遵守法律也不尊重传统，冷酷无情。它直击你的最弱点，它可以毫不费力地准确地发现你的最弱点在哪里。它总是先攻击你的大脑。刚才你还感觉平静、沉着、快乐。紧接着，恐惧装扮成轻微的怀疑，像个间谍一样溜迸了你的大脑。怀疑遇到了不相信，不相信试图把它推出去。但是不相信是个武器装备很糟糕的步兵。怀疑没费什么力气就把它除掉了。你变得焦虑起来。理性来为你作战了。你消除了疑虑。理性用最新的武器技木全副武装。但是，让你惊讶的是，尽管有高级的战术，也取得了一些不可否认的胜利，但是理性还是被击倒了。你感到自己变得软弱，产生了动摇。你的焦虑变成了畏惧。
接着恐惧开始全面进攻你的身体，你的身体已经意识到有一件很不对劲的事正在发生。你的肺叶已经像小鸟一样飞走了，你的内脏已经像蛇一样滑走了。现在你的舌头像一只负鼠一样倒下去死了，而你的下巴立刻飞跑而去。你的耳朵聋了。你的肌肉开始像得了疟疾一样颤抖，你的膝盖开始像跳舞一样抖动。你的心脏太紧张，而你的括约肌却太放松。你身体的其他部分也一样。你．的每一个部分都以与它最匹配的方式崩溃了。只有眼睛还在工作。它们总是给恐惧以适当的注意力。
你很快做出了草率的决定。你打发走了最后的同盟：希望和信任。瞧，你打败了自己。恐惧只是一种印象，却战胜了你。
这件事很难用语言表达。因为恐惧，真正的恐惧，从根本上使你动摇的恐惧，当你面对死亡时所感觉到的恐惧，像坏疽一样在你的记忆中筑了巢：它想要让一切都腐烂，甚至包括谈论它的语言。因此你必须非常努力地把它表达出来。你必须非常努力地让语言的光辉照耀它。因为如果你不这么做，如果你的恐惧成了你逃避的~也许甚至想方设法忘记的无语的黑暗，那么你就使自己容易受到恐惧的进一步打击，因为你从不曾真正与打败你的对手交战。
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