When Harry Met Sally - Falsifying Spiritualist Paroxysm
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Sally looked archly at Harry across their table in the crowded tea room.
“You know that I have the gift myself, and I can assure you that all those who have a sensitivity to the other have had to exaggerate or falsify their experiences to end a meeting which is proving unfruitful. Do you mean to tell me, sir, that you believe the medium has achieved full communion with the spirit world in every seance you have attended? ”
Harry returned her look with a sardonic smile.
“I was there. I believe I would know if they were manufacturing their fits of contact with the beyond simply for my benefit.”
Calmly, Sally set aside her tea cup. She then began clutch at the lace tablecloth, moaning quietly. Her moans grew louder and more insistent as her eyes rolled back and she grasped at the high neck of her linen tea dress.
“Oh, oh, oh! I feel a presence. Yes, here! Right Here! Here is a presence from the beyond! Oh, spirits! Spirits, yes! Come to us! Spirits! OH, SPIRITS!”
She then returned immediately to her previous state of composure and sipped her tea, glancing at an incredulous Harry with an attitude of serene innocence. The tea house was silent, the patrons astounded by the display.
A dowager, who had been observing Sally’s demonstration from a neighboring table, signaled the waiter.
“Please bring me, sir, a portion of whichever dish it is that was served to that young lady.”
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