'A coward! was he a coward? Surely a blind man had very little choice; deeds of danger were debarred from him, but Silas dwelt amorously upon such deeds - courage pre-eminent amongst the high attributes that fascinated, baffled, and angered him.
By a twist of his brain, through his blindness, courage meant light. Courage shone. It allured him, so that he turned constantly round the image. There was nothing moral about this allurement, it was as pagan as any cult of beauty. Courage moreover - physical courage - carried with it the thought of death, which to his egoism was so supremely and morbidly entrancing. That he should cease to be?...he could never adopt this idea. He went up to it, and fingered it, but its clammy touch revolted him, and he violently rejected it always. But he returned to it again and again, working back his way in roundabout fashion, disguising the phantom under a rich cloak of phrases.'
from The Dragon in Shallow Waters by V. Sackville-West (Chapter V, Part 6)
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