A woman marries a concert violinist. He dies. She thinks about suicide until....
Once again, Carey Wilson offers us a short subject in which we are led down the path of a communication with the dead. Then, having made his case in the strongest possible terms -- as a story told by a third party who knows someone who etc. Etc. -- we're asked what we think.
This was a technique my mother used on me when I was a small child, asking me if I wanted to do something like getting an inoculation. "You want to have Dr. Kaplan stick a big needle into your arm and inject the vaccine in its dense medium into your arm, don't you?" was not the way she phrased it, of course. It was a technique to make me think that I was making decisions on my own, which was good, but phrased in such a way as to only have one answer. I'm glad she did both, but it has made me wary of such offers.
Once again, Carey Wilson offers us a short subject in which we are led down the path of a communication with the dead. Then, having made his case in the strongest possible terms -- as a story told by a third party who knows someone who etc. Etc. -- we're asked what we think.
This was a technique my mother used on me when I was a small child, asking me if I wanted to do something like getting an inoculation. "You want to have Dr. Kaplan stick a big needle into your arm and inject the vaccine in its dense medium into your arm, don't you?" was not the way she phrased it, of course. It was a technique to make me think that I was making decisions on my own, which was good, but phrased in such a way as to only have one answer. I'm glad she did both, but it has made me wary of such offers.