As I write, the city of New York is clearly visible on the horizon ahead. I have arranged a meeting with Cutter in half an hour, to make sure he has right all the arrangements for disembarkation. No more time for diary writing!
Now the adventure begins.*
* from The Prestige, by Christopher Priest
I have seen Borden's new illusion, and it is good. It is devilishly good. It is the better for being simple. It galls me to say it, but I must be fair...
The applause was raucoud, and I admit I joined it myself.
I am damned if I know how he did that!*
I have been busy preparing for my European Tour, which starts at the latter half of this summer, and have had little time for anything else. To complete the above entry from February, though, I eventually received Mr. Tesla's explanatory notes, but could not make head nor tail of them.*
