Theyseemed to belong to another age, an older age, an age when thingsspiritual were different from this of ours, less certain; an age whenomens and witches were credible, and ghosts beyond denying. Their veryexistence was spectral; the cut of their clothing, fashions born in deadbrains. The ornaments and conveniences of the room about them wereghostly--the thoughts of vanished men, which still haunted rather thanparticipated in the world of to-day.
This horrible,this fulsome lie, stuck in his memory... read more
