The first name he pronounced so that I knew by the pronunciation, who
amongst my departed friends was the controller of the lying spirit, by
whom the medium was possessed. My departed friend compelled him in the
first place to tell, that he was Don Quixote, known as the hero in the
celebrated Spanish romance or fable called Don Quixote. A similar
fiction was also the speech of the demon by whom that medium was
possessed, only that those who do not know me, might take the calumny of
the devil for truth. After the confession that he was Don Quixote, to
make which he was compelled by a higher power, he added according to his
lying propensity, that he was Thomas Paine, although he was not Thomas
Paine.

When I desired to explain, from which sphere of spirits that liar came,
I was stopped by a man crying behind me to the chairman, asking him
whether I should be permitted or not to occupy an hour, while nobody
could understand me. At such interruptions I strike sometimes the
impudent demons, as they deserve to be stricken. I think, that I did not
speak ten minutes, when that interruption took place. To draw my
attention from the disturbing demon, Henry C. Wright jumped to me,
saying that I should not speak, because I am not understood, and he told
the audience that he knew me to be a good man, but that I could not be
understood by Americans. I interrupted him saying with indignation, that
he did not know me and that those do not understand me, who have ears
and will not hear and eyes and will not see. I felt that the audience
were not prepared for further explanations; but the truth is, that while
I have been speaking English on more than one thousand places in
America, those who have acquired some education and paid attention to my
discourses, understood me; but enemies of truth complained, that they
could not understand me, or they made disturbance. Not to give to demons
any opportunity to enrage their mediums against me at the night session