The End of Mr. Y

‰ЫПSometimes I like to think that I live with ghosts. Not from my own past ‰ЫУ I don‰ЫЄt believe in those sorts of ghosts ‰ЫУ but wispy bits of ideas and books that hang in the air like silk puppets. Sometimes I think I see my own ideas floating around, too, but they usually don‰ЫЄt last long. ‰Ы_ Some of the most friendly ghosts I live with are those of my favorite nineteenth-century science writers. Most of them were wrong, of course, but who cares? It‰ЫЄs not like this is the end of history. We‰ЫЄre all wrong.‰Ыќ