A ghost meeting a genie, one wintry night, said to him:
"Extremely harassing weather, friend. Wish I had some teeth to
chatter!"
"You do not need them," said the other; "you can always chatter those
of other people, by merely showing yourself. For my part, I should be
content with some light employment: would erect a cheap palace,
transport a light-weight princess, threaten a small cripple--or jobs
of that kind. What are the prospects of the fool crop?"
"For the next few thousand years, very good. There is a sort of thing
called Literature coming in shortly, and it will make our fortune. But
it will be very bad for History. Curse this phantom apparel! The more
I gather it about me the colder I get."
"When Literature has made our fortune," sneered the genie, "I presume
you will purchase material clothing."
"And you," retorted the ghost, "will be able to advertise for
permanent employment at a fixed salary."
This fable shows the difference between the super natural and the
natural "super": the one appears in the narrative, the other does not.