In French, the verb which means "to scorn" appears in the dictionary right above the verb which means "to be mistaken about".

I am afraid that one day I will run out of words and then be useless and forgotten. This thought comes to me especially vivid on days when my hands refuse to write and my heart lacks the energy to dictate. Not only that, but I feel just as my eye can only see so far, I can only illustrate so much. This emotion comes to me especially potent at times when my pencil is uncooperative and my eraser too slow. But I do not fear I could ever grow tired of living; for my despair once infinite is now an ant beneath my feet, and I have grown so tall that the sky is close enough to touch.