Sometimes I like to think that I live with ghosts. Not from my own past - I don't believe in those sorts of ghosts - but wispy bits of ideas and books that hang in the air like silky puppets. [...] Some of the most friendly ghosts I live with are those of my favourite nineteenth-century science writers. Most of them were wrong, of course, but who cares? It's not like this is the end of history. We're all wrong.
from The End of Mr. Y
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