That's the way what Doc said did for me.

There was that poetry writin' of his, an' the way that Shakespeare book made him mad, an' how he read those Shakespeare books instead of his Mateery Medicky volumes.
"Well, I asked Doc, 'If you ain't a heathen Chinee or some sich, what are you ?' an' when he answered you could have knocked me down with a wisp of hay.

You'd never guess, no more than I did.
"'Loreny,' he says, solemn as a deacon, 'I didn't reckon never to tell nobody, an' you mustn't judge what I tell you too quick.

I ain't made up my mind sudden-like,' he says, 'but have studied myself and what I like and don't like, for years, and I've jist been forced to it,' he says.
'There ain't no doubt in my mind, Loreny,' he says, an' he let his voice go way down low, like he was 'most afraid to say it hisself.

'Loreny, I believe that Shakespeare's spirit has transmigrated into me.' "Well, sir, I was too taken aback to say a word.