Did you know that you really can smell fear? I once presented a paper at a conference in front of the very writer I was discussing in my paper. He also happens to be one of my literary idols. I walked out after the talk sure that my armpit stains were of a different quality (and perhaps even color) than anything triggered by the Edmonton summer heat. This sweat was greasier and more aggressive: I stank of sheer, unadulterated terror.
Via Bobby Dillard, David Hain