“To be haunted is to glimpse a truth that might best be hidden.”

“The photographer was lost for riposte, obvious though it should have been; instead he turned to run. At least his mind did. In fact, his mind had already scooted down the Broad Walk and was clambering over the railings at the end, whereas his body had remained rooted to the spot. With some effort he looked down at his feet as if to reprimand them. They refused to take notice.”

“To be haunted is to glimpse a truth that might best be hidden.”