verses i need graven into my skull

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I've noticed a theme in Alan Lightman's work lately: it's all middle-aged men who feel hidebound by life but terrified of death. It's not good for me at this juncture, but I flatly adore his writing style. I should not finish Ghost, but I probably will anyway because I have no sense.

y al que teme la muerte la llevará por sus hombros

I would like to know what it is that makes parts of this city so scary, and I'm not even worried about physical safety.