I liked David Charvet's article on Harold Lloyd in the latest issue of Magic, but it brought back a terrible memory of a time when I attempted to take a refreshing break from magic books and bought a biography of Harold Lloyd, only discover that he was a life-long magic enthusiast, and I threw the book down screaming "Is there no escape?!?"
I was perplexed by Harold Lloyd's statement: "I must put in a word against the exposer who sells a secret for a sixpence and laud the legerdemainist who sells a symphony for his soul." I mean, I believe I get the gist of that, but ... a secret is to a symphony as a sixpence is to a soul? Whose soul? Did the legerdemainist get his own soul in exchange for the symphony, or the soul of the hearer of the symphony? I can't quite comb that one out.
However, I do understand (and laud) his sentiment that "A true entertainer has no creed." I've lost all patience with presentations that tell me what to think or how to feel or the best way to live my life. Share your joy, your smarts, your love, or your skill, and you've got a fan. Tell me to believe in God, or not to believe in God, or Say No to Drugs, or follow the Food Pyramid, and you've got a cranky customer.