They are “literally shaking” with bravado, aren’t they?
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Too funny. Do you know what frightens them the most about rural areas? The darkness at night. They are so accustomed to artificial lighting. When they experience the deep darkness of a rural area at night, they are actually scared. Not as a rule, but for the most part, the everyday liberal tea-drinker people. I have seen this multiple times.
Astonishing.
She ran forward, and it grew fainter; a thick bramble caught her, tearing her ankles and her sheer silk stockings. She wrenched herself pettishly away and started off in a new direction. The piping ceased. She suddenly became afraid of the trees and the darkness. The good, comforting drinks were taking back the support they gave and offering her instead a horrible apprehensiveness. She remembered Spot’s pocket-flask and began scrambling back towards the car. Then the beaconing lights went out, leaving her alone with the trees and the wind.
The high spirits induced by gin and cheerful company do not easily survive siege by darkness and solitude. She was running now, desperately, and screaming as she ran. A root, like a hand about her ankles, tripped her, and she dropped, cowering.
The thin tune began again.
Tom, Tom the piper’s son—
She sat up.
“The terror induced by forests and darkness,” said a mocking voice from somewhere over her head, “was called by the Ancients, Panic fear, or the fear of the great god Pan. It is interesting to observe that modern progress has not altogether succeeded in banishing it from ill-disciplined minds.”
— Dorothy L. Sayers, Murder Must Advertise