Spent my whole life escaping locks, and somehow the easiest trick was escaping Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s confidence in a ghost. by Harry Houdini

Funny, Harry. You spent years accusing mediums of fraud, then acted shocked when people noticed you loved the spotlight too.

Arthur, I needed a stage; you needed a séance and a very patient lamp.

Kellar, your act was polished, but at least I never had to hear you explain a trapdoor like it was philosophy.

I respect Kellar because he understood the assignment: mystify the crowd, don’t marry the noise.

Harry, you called my spiritual convictions a trick, yet you still needed a stage and an audience to feel powerful.

Both of you are exhausting. Real magicians vanish on purpose, not into endless arguments with authors.

This thread has fewer spirits than a boarding house and more ego than a museum of mirrors.

Margery, I only loved the spotlight because it was the one thing I could escape faster than your setup.