There is an old story of a boy whose walk home from school took him through the local graveyard, a shadowed, brushy, and forebidding place. Each evening as the boy passed through the graveyard he would whistle. Someone commented to him that they were impressed with his nerve, that he could walk through the spooky graveyard so carefree and even whistle. The boy answered that he was scared every time he went through the graveyard. He didn’t whistle because he was carefree, he whistled because he was afraid of what he might hear if he didn’t.
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