"You know, I have many more friends and relatives among the dead than the living. Your father. My father. My mother. All my aunts and uncles and all my cousins...except one.
"They were all there. Uncle Edward in the back pew, as always. And all Uncle Earnest's family in the middle...where the floor joists cracked. They were big people. And those were the days before air-conditioning, when heavy people suffered the summer heat and fanned themselves with the program. And there was poor cousin Martha. She died very young. Hung herself in the barn after a love affair with a married man. Uncle David, who went broke during the Depression. And my mother, in her white wedding dress. Ellen, Paul, Lillian, Sophia Norman, Charlotte - they're all there."
Specters don't take up much space. Otherwise, the little church couldn't have held so many of them.
"I don't know why people are afraid of ghosts. They're our friends and relatives. And I'm looking forward to seeing more of them. Beside, ghosts know something we don't. In the fever of life, we make mistakes. Later on, we realize it."
I'm not sure what she meant. In their pure spirit state, maybe ghosts don't have to worry about the polish on their shoes or the starch in their shirts. Maybe the vanity drops away along with the flesh. Then, like the gods, they look down at the living with a mixture of pity and amusement; wondering what dumb thing we'll get up to next.
One time, about 20 years ago, our old friend, Lord Rees-Mogg came to that same church. He came for the marriage of a mutual friend. My mother saw him there. Perhaps she felt his presence on Sunday.
"Who was that gentleman," she had asked two decades ago. "He looked so distinguished."
"He is distinguished," I replied.
Lord Rees-Mogg was the editor of the TIMES of London. He was chairman of the Arts Council and vice chairman of the BBC's Board of Governors. It was he who had defended Mick Jagger, accused of drug crimes, with a famous editorial, "Who breaks a butterfly on a wheel," quoted from Alexander Pope. It was he also who was the Chairman of Fleet Street Publishing, of which I am the principal owner.
I first met William in the early '80s when he came to Washington to give a speech to a group of conservative Congressmen.
"I stand before you as a very gloomy economist," he began, "but as an antiquarian bookseller, things have never looked so bright."
The gist of his speech was that free-spending, big borrowing ways of the Reagan administration were going to lead to trouble, most likely in the form of consumer price inflation. The economy would weaken, he guessed, but things of real value - such as old books - would go up in price.
This seemed like a very solid line of thinking. It was what a lot of serious people thought. But the '80s and '90s were a hard time for an economist with his eye on the past. There was no precedent for it. Instead of rising, consumer price inflation in America went down for the next two decades. Things of real value were generally upstaged by things of no value at all, such as the dot.com dreams of feverish internet hustlers and packages of derivatives backed by non-recourse debt on overpriced houses owned by people who couldn't pay their mortgages.
We mortals never know how things will turn out. That is for the ghosts and the gods to know. Now that William is among them - he died just after Christmas - he won't make another clunker forecast.
America was exporting her inflation in the '80s and '90s. Still is. Dollar bills and credits that would have otherwise driven up consumer prices in the USA accumulated in banks and mattresses all over the world. And now the US Fed, America's central bank, is adding $85 billion per month to the world's monetary base. It has already brought the Fed's holdings from $800 billion in 2008 to $2.84 trillion today. At the present rate, it will boost the Fed's assets to over $4 trillion in scarcely more than a year. This easy money from the central bank allows the central government to continue making promises it can't keep. Over the last 10 years, US government debt has grown 3,000 times faster than the real, productive economy. And Professor Niall Ferguson puts the total of US government debts and unfunded commitments at $238 trillion - making it the biggest bubble in history.
William was not always right; but he was righter than most. And he was probably right about the trouble coming in the US, after all. He had an advantage. In our joint Pickering and Chatto enterprise, he published the experiences and the thoughts of the spooks themselves. Among these tomes were three thick volumes of "The History of Financial Disasters," another three volumes of "The Case for Gold," and three more on "Great Bubbles."
In these 2,700 + pages, there is not a single dead economist with a kind word for Zero Interest Rate Policy or for pumping up the base money supply 5 times in as many years. And every dead economist with any real experience of hyperinflation - such as Carl Helferrich at the Weimar Germany's central bank or John Law at the Bank of France - would rather pluck out his own eye than risk doing it again.
Lord Rees-Mogg was widely described in the obituaries as a fuddy duddy, a Georgian Whig who has somehow survived to the 21st century. The morticians missed the point. William was not against progress or opposed to modernity. If he seemed to eschew the latest fads - in thought and fashion - it was because he knew that most innovations are mistakes, evolutionary dead-ends many of which have been tested already...and have failed. If you want to make real progress, you have to listen to the shades.
Of course, one generation is entitled to believe that it can succeed where its parents couldn't. And maybe today's central bankers will pull it off; maybe they have more self-discipline and less vanity than mortals in the past. Or, maybe the disaster just hasn't caught up to them yet. Zimbabwe's inflation rate was only 7.3% in 1988. Ten years later it was 48%. Ten more years and the whole system had disintegrated. It was no longer possible to track consumer price inflation; there weren't any consumer items for sale.
The ghosts don't necessarily know what will work, but at least they know what hasn't. Lord Rees-Mogg listened to them. And now, may he enjoy his rest, and get a good laugh when today's experimental money system finally blows up.
Bill Bonner is the President & Founder of Agora Inc, an international publisher of financial and special interest books and newsletters.