The Collected Works of Ambrose Bierce/Volume 3/A Diagnosis of Death

A DIAGNOSIS OF DEATH
I AM not so superstitious as some of your physicians—men of science, as
you are pleased to be called," said Hawver, replying to an accusation that had not been made. "Some of you—only a few, I confess—believe in the immortality of the soul, and in apparitions which you have not the honesty to call ghosts. I go no further than a conviction that the living are sometimes seen where they are not, but have been—where they have lived so long, perhaps so intensely, as to have left their impress on everything about them. I know, indeed, that one's environment may be so affected by one's personality as to yield, long afterward, an image of one's self to the eyes of another. Doubtless the impressing personality has to be the right kind of personality as the perceiving eyes have to be the right kind of eyes—mine, for example."
"Yes, the right kind of eyes, conveying sensations to the wrong kind of brain," said Dr. Frayley, smiling.
​"Than you; one likes to have an expectation gratified; that is about the reply that I supposed you would have the civility to make."
"Pardon me. But you say that you know. That is a good deal to say, don't you think? Perhaps you will not min

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