When I first saw the picture of Beatrice--that one where she's just a slip of a child--there was a voice that said: 'Here's the spirit of your dead wife come back to life.

You must work for her and cherish her.' So I've done it.

And because I started to do it, the voice never left me.

It warned me when to put to sea and when to stay in port.

It gave me a hint when to buy and when to sell, and the result is that I'm rich--rich--rich.