When
I was quite a boy, practically no normal person of education thought
that a ghost could possibly be anything but a turnip-ghost; a thing
believed in by nobody but the village idiot. When I was a young man,
practically every person with a large circle had one or two friends
with a fancy for what would still have been called mediums and
moonshine. When I was middle-aged, great men of science of the first
rank like Sir William Crookes and Sir Oliver Lodge claimed to have
studied spirits as they might have studied spiders, and discovered
ectoplasm exactly as they discovered protoplasm. At the time I write,
the thing has grown into a considerable religious movement, by the
activity of the late Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, much less of a
scientist, but much more of a journalist.
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