Whenever I take up a newspaper, I seem to see Ghosts gliding between the lines. There must be Ghosts all the country over, as thick as the sand of the sea. We are, one and all, so pitifully afraid of the light.
HENRIK IBSEN
Oh, life would be all right if we didn’t have to put up with these damned creditors who keep pestering us with the demands of their ideals.
