No one will pay for the truth... they only pay for deception. The allure of the stage... dreams and reality. What is the greater conjuring trick? Lassoing some poor beast on the plains of Mumbo Jumbo land and shipping it here, so it can dance the polka or turning, there in the glare of those arc lamps... something mundane into something extraordinary? It's the difference between prose and poetry... it's alchemy. We're selling dreams, dear boy!