chapter  16
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To Free the Spirit from Its Cell

Osvald out there, it was just as if there were ghosts before my very eyes. But I’m inclined to think we’re all ghosts, Pastor Manders; it’s not only the things we’ve inherited from our fathers and mothers that live on in us, but all sorts of old dead ideas and old dead beliefs, and things of that sort. They’re not actually alive in us, but they’re rooted there all the same, and we can’t rid ourselves of them. I’ve only to pick up a newspaper, and when I read it I seem to see ghosts gliding between the lines. I should think there must be ghosts all over the country-as countless as grains of sand. And we are, all of us, so pitifully afraid of the light.