“Emotions, in my experience, aren't covered by single words."

  I don't believe in "sadness," "joy," or "regret."

 Good old Jeffrey Eugenides, person I've never heard of, but for my screenplay writing friends - in 1986 he received the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences Nicholl Fellowship for his story "Here Comes Winston, Full of the Holy Spirit"
  
He goes on to say: 

"Maybe the best proof that the language is patriarchal is that it oversimplifies feeling. I'd like to have at my disposal complicated hybrid emotions, Germanic train-car constructions like, say, "the happiness that attends disaster." Or: "the disappointment of sleeping with one's fantasy." I'd like to show how "intimations of mortality brought on by aging family members" connects with "the hatred of mirrors that begins in middle age." I'd like to have a word for "the sadness inspired by failing restaurants" as well as for "the excitement of getting a room with a minibar."

 Love it! So today, this is what I'm feeling:

"The apprehension tinged with excitement and naked fear that attends visiting the West London Synagogue, venue for the big lecture I'm giving on November 1st."

Yeah, a single word doesn't really do it...