That is ne of my all-time favorite passages. As one who suffers terribly from vertigo and lives, alas, in a city replete ith the steepest, longest escalators anywhere (which one must use in order to get on to public transportation) I ponder this idea and its ramifications often as I cling to the handrail and take deep breaths. It's a stupid and annoying fear, but there you have it.

I really think Milan hit on something here. It bears remembering regardin all "irrational fears"; is there generally an element of fascination with e feared object at play? Or a "thrill of terror" of sorts when forced to deal with it? i don't know; just posing thequestion.

Great choice Kat!!

Musingly, Cara safe for now on terra firma)