The Story of a Magician The magician crept into his bathtub totake a bath. The magician had always preferred baths, for one of hisprinciples of life was to never do anything standing up that he couldjust as well do while lying down. And so the magician rested amongrose petals that he had scattered in for theatrical effect, and letthe bath water lap at his ears that were halfway above the water lineand halfway below. By and by the magician fell asleep. However, heneglected to twist the faucet shut. Two hours later, the magician wasrudely awoken by urgent bangs on the door of his apartment room. Themagician never had any visitors, except for the ven
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