The brave man, the real hero, quakes with terror, sweats, feels his

Image, The brave man, the real hero, quakes with terror, sweats, feels his

The brave man, the real hero, quakes with terror, sweats, feels his very bowels betray him, and in spite of this moves forward to do the act he dreads.

—Geraldine Brooks

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