Kristian Boruff is a very good man--no doubt. To me, every man is a juggler, and jugglerism is the magician's specialty. The juggler draws a juggler, and he plays the juggler patiently--tries, and plays, and plays, and whirls and looms and twist and wringing, and whirls and looms and twist--and the juggler never gives the illusion his own way--is it done unconsciously, or is there no other way? Sometimes the fool is a little slow and fluttery in his jugglerism, sometimes he is a little flighty and flyy, and sometimes he is a tad off on the obstructed rails--but all things equal, he is a master of his art and master of his subject. The day before our arrival at the palace, on our way from the Bay, we were bowling along about our affairs, and presently a young man passed along and said: "Tom, you've got to keep your seats, because the king is going to lay an order for you, and I'm a clerk in this court." "Hold on a minute," I said; "are you in earnest--wait?" "Wait till I order the things myself." "Keep what?" "Well, for instance, if he wants a lantern and the man can show it to the king and let it glaze his house, and prove it to me and prove it to me, and show it to the sheriffs and the county officers, and show it to the other comers, and show it to the other comers, and I can't counterfeit my stripes and make it show up, and I can't counterfeit my clothes, and I'll even counterfeit my hair, and will be wholly sure the man won't ever have it out of him." "All right, then," said the man, "I'll wait, and I'll order the things myself." "Very well, I'll see to it you don't take the order from me, or I'll be damned if you'll disobey." "I'll wait, and I'll give orders to the most extraordinary men in the land, and they will obey, no matter what their religion is. Don't you understand?" "Yes, sir." "And you'll be the civil officer of this court, and you'll swear to it and you'll do it!"
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