Jennifer EganVinegar: that's what fear smells like.
About This Quote
While this quote is often attributed to Mark Twain, there is no evidence that he actually said it. The earliest documented attribution of the quote comes from the book "Night Thoughts" by an anonymous author published in 1641. Although the author was anonymous, it is believed that he was a clergyman. Intriguingly, the book was not published until 1913.
Source: A Visit From The Goon Squad
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