When we begin
Hamlet in my English classes, I like to assume the role of the skeptical scholar Horatio; I force my students to ask me if I believe in ghosts-- "Go ahead . . . ask me if I believe in ghosts . . . ask me!"-- and when they comply, just to humor me, I chastise them and reply angrily: "Of course I don't believe in ghosts! I'm a teacher! A man of logic and reason! Not a purveyor of fantasy and superstition!" and in a sense there's a grain of truth to my schtick, as is evident
here, but an old student pointed out an apparent contradiction in my outspoken doubt of all things spooky: the fact that I found
this movie incredibly scary suggests that my words may not accurately reflect my subconscious.
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