Bears, perhaps, notwithstanding:

"What makes you draw off in that way, Tess?" said he. "Are you afraid?"

"Oh no, sir...not of outdoor things; especially just now when the apple-blooth is falling, and everything so green."

"But you have your indoor fears--eh?"

"Well--yes, sir."

"What of?"

"I couldn't quite say."

"The milk turning sour?"

"No."

"Life in general?"

"Yes, sir."

"Ah--so am I, very often. This hobble of being alive is rather serious, don't you think so?"

--Thomas Hardy, Tess of the D'Ubervilles (1891)