The Great Trouble With Magicians Is The

Never Try To Fool Children, They Expect Nothing, And Therefore See Everything.

I Must Fling Myself Down And Writhe; I Must Strive With Every Piece Of Force I Possess; I Bruise And Batter Myself Against The Floor, The Walls; I Strain And Sob And Exhaust Myself, And Begin Again, And Exhaust Myself Again; But Do I Feel Pain? Never. How Can I Feel Pain? There Is No Place For It.

Fire Has Always Been And, Seemingly, Will Always Remain, The Most Terrible Of The Elements.

They Do Tricks Even I Can't Figure Out.

But Then, So Far As I Know, I Am The Only Performer Who Ever Pledged His Assistants To Secrecy, Honor And Allegiance Under A Notarial Oath.