All immediacy, in spite of
its illusory peace and tranquillity, is dread, and hence, quite consistently, it is dread of nothing; one can not make immediacy so anxious by the most horrifying description of the most dreadful something, as by a crafty, apparently casual half word about an unknown peril which is thrown out with the surely calculated aim of reflection; yea, one can put immediacy most in dread by slyly imputing to it knowledge of the matter referred to.