“Prestidigitation” — one of my favourite words. And something that, like a whole lot of people, I tried to learn when I was a kid. I knew that Houdini (we shared a birthday) was really Erik Weisz, and I knew who Houdin really was. And I had the magic rings, the collapsible wand, the fake-bottomed cup . . . But, alas, no talent, and certainly no perseverance to compensate.
Magic still delights me, though, as it does most of us. And for me, prestidigitation is most impressive. It’s one thing — and no easy thing, I realize — to . . . [more]