but before I got around to it (half a year flits past) FOLD was rolled out (h/t Ethan Zuckerman)...
and now, months and months and months after that (it's not called belated for nothing, folks!),
the dusting-off has been completely abandoned, and you will not be invited to read "'Reach out and touch someone,' 1868-69," my 2005 essay on spiritualism, Planchette, the Ouija Board, and the telephone. But here are the epigraphs:
Ghost: Pity me not, but lend thy serious hearing
To what I shall unfold.
Hamlet: Speak; I am bound to hear.
On errands of life, these letters speed to death. –Melville, “Bartleby”
Strange, that my first passionate love letter should
have been addressed to a dead girl. Can they feel, I
wonder, those white silent people we call the dead?
Sibyl! Can she feel, or know, or listen? –Dorian Gray