Well, it is his affair, not mine, and I waive the argument.

My real stumbling-block is the spirit himself--the sort of conversation that, when he does talk, he indulges in.

I cannot help feeling that his conversation is not worth the paraphernalia.

I can talk better than that myself.
The late Professor Huxley, who took some trouble over this matter, attended some half-dozen _seances_, and then determined to attend no more.
"I have," he said, "for my sins to submit occasionally to the society of live bores.

I refuse to go out of my way to spend an evening in the dark with dead bores." The spiritualists themselves admit that their table-rapping spooks are precious dull dogs; it would be difficult, in face of the communications recorded, for them to deny it.