Thanksgiving Is Ruined

The Personal is Political. The Political is Personal.

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January 08, 2007
to the banishment of

Mrs. Alving:
I will tell you what I mean by that. I am frightened and timid, because I am obsessed by the presence of ghosts that I never can get rid of.

The presence of what?

Mrs. Alving:
Ghosts. . . . I am half inclined to think we are all ghosts, Mr. Manders.

It is not only what we have inherited from our fathers and mothers that exists again in us, but all sorts of old dead ideas and all kinds of old dead beliefs and things of that kind. They are not actually alive in us; but there they are dormant, all the same, and we can never be rid of them.

Whenever I take up a newspaper and read it, I fancy I see ghosts creeping between the lines. There must be ghosts all over the world. They must be as countless as the grains of the sands, it seems to me.

And we are so miserably afraid of the light, all of us.

from Ibsen's Ghosts, Act II

Oh, but you keep hangin' round me.
And I'm not so glad you found me.

You're still doing things that I gave up years ago.
Lou Reed, "Hangin' Round"