The Keys of Paradise
The profession of magician is one of the most perilous and arduous specialisations of the imagination. On the one hand there is the hostility of God and the police to be guarded against; on the other it is as difficult as music, as deep as poetry, as ingenious as stage-craft, as nervous as the manufacture of high explosives, and as delicate as the trade in narcotics.
-- William Bolitho
Sunday, May 25, 1997
Sunday morning. I was able to get my journal updated, since W---- was taking a turn at lining up early for the Secret Festival. But I still felt guilty at leaving home so late! She had time to read the entire Sunday newspaper before I got there.
I skipped the 9:30 show in favor of coming home and catching up on newsgroups, mail and web reading. For some reason I am experiencing a torrent of junk email. The folks who are doing this should be [pause to think of a gruesome punishment] banned from the net. Everyone who is irritated by their mail should be able to click a button that would deliver a small electric shock to the sender. But imagine if that was extended to newsgroups! Everyone irked by one of my posts could do the same to me? Yikes!
