OEDIPUS I should have shared in full thy confidence, Were not my mother living; since she lives Though half convinced I still must live in dread.
OEDIPUS Yes, from my cradle that dread brand I bore.
But I shrank especially from the sight of this new maid, because her advent had been announced to me at a moment to which I could not cease to attach some fatality: I had a vague dread that I should find her mixed up with the dreary drama of my life--that some new sickening vision would reveal her to me as an evil genius.
I turned my eyes from her with a horrible dread lest my insight should return, and I should be obliged to see what had been breeding about two unloving women's hearts.
I had let slip words which, if she reflected on them, might rouse in her a suspicion of my abnormal mental condition--a suspicion which of all things I dreaded. And besides that, I was ashamed of the apparent baseness I had committed in uttering them to my brother's betrothed wife.
She meditated continually how the incubus could be shaken off her life--how she could be freed from this hateful bond to a being whom she at once despised as an imbecile, and dreaded as an inquisitor.
Dealing With
dread is the business of symbolization and Afford argues that our ability to do this successfully has a great deal to do with the resources provided by culture.
'It was so toe curling painful that I
dreaded each feeding session but now it's a breeze!' the former beauty queen added.
The research found all these fears and insecurities had disappeared by the time their second child had arrived as just 15 per cent saying they
dreaded the school run.
I
dread to think what our country is becoming if anyone out there feels the urge to hurt one.
A new survey shows almost 75 per cent
dread the thought of wearing a swimming costume in public while four in 10 feel so ashamed of their figures they are unable to even set foot on a beach.
The expediency of principle IT must be the nightmare that every parent
dreads. A child goes missing from home and is never seen again.
Mr Carter-Ruck's legal battles with satirical magazine Private Eye and various national newspapers on behalf of a string of A-list clients made him an iconic figure in Fleet Street, where he was both
dreaded and respected.
But it fits well into this gothic mode--the foreshadowing of danger, the
dread, the darkness.
