“ ‘There is some poor fellow here.’
‘He was a cleric, and very narrow, bigoted one; this growth of his own mental seed sown upon earth-sown in ignorance and reaped in misery.’
‘What is a miss with him?’
‘He does not know he is dead. He walks in the mist. It is all an evil dream to him. He has been many years so. To him it seems an eternity.’"
Chapter 4, The Land of Mist, Arthur Conan Doyle
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