There must have been a period before he ever thought of poisoning her.

Cannot these ghosts do something occasionally in what is termed "the lighter vein"?
If they haunt a forest glade, it is to perform a duel to the death, or an assassination.
Why cannot they, for a change, give us an old-time picnic, or "The hawking party," which, in Elizabethan costume, should make a pretty picture?
Ghostland would appear to be obsessed by the spirit of the Scandinavian drama: murders, suicides, ruined fortunes, and broken hearts are the only material made use of.

Why is not a dead humorist allowed now and then to write the sketch?
There must be plenty of dead comic lovers; why are they never allowed to give a performance?
Where are the dead Humorists?
A cheerful person contemplates death with alarm.

What is he to do in this land of ghosts?
there is no place for him.

Imagine the commonplace liver of a humdrum existence being received into ghostland.