I have often heard persons of good judgment say that all the stirthat people make in the world about ghosts and apparitions is owingto the strength of imagination, and the powerful operation of fancyin their minds that there is no such thing as a spirit appearing,or a ghost walking that people's poring affectionately upon thepast conversation of their deceased friends so realises it to themthat they are capable of fancying, upon some extraordinarycircumstances, that they see them, talk to them, and are answeredby them, when, in truth, there is nothing but shadow and vapour inthe thing, and they really know nothing of the matter.Īfter a long, long look, Pinocchio said to himself withgreat content: Nay, farther, the common motive of foreign adventures was takenaway in me, for I had no fortune to make I had nothing to seek:if I had gained ten thousand pounds I had been no richer for I hadalready sufficient for me, and for those I had to leave it to andwhat I had was visibly increasing for, having no great family, Icould not spend the income of what I had unless I would set up foran expensive way of living, such as a great family, servants,equipage, gaiety, and the like, which were things I had no notionof, or inclination to so that I had nothing, indeed, to do but tosit still, and fully enjoy what I had got, and see it increasedaily upon my hands.Yet all these things had no effect upon me,or at least not enough to resist the strong inclination I had to goabroad again, which hung about me like a chronic distemper.Inparticular, the desire of seeing my new plantation in the island,and the colony I left there, ran in my head continually.I dreamedof it all night, and my imagination ran upon it all day:it wasuppermost in all my thoughts, and my fancy worked so steadily andstrongly upon it that I talked of it in my sleep in short, nothingcould remove it out of my mind:it even broke so violently intoall my discourses that it made my conversation tiresome, for Icould talk of nothing else all my discourse ran into it, even toimpertinence and I saw it myself. There he is," answered Geppetto.And he pointedto a large Marionette leaning against a chair, head turnedto one side, arms hanging limp, and legs twisted under him. The Further Adventures of Robinson Crusoeby Daniel Defoe
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