“Oh dear gods, it’s the sorcerer’s apprentice, I can smell them coming every time.”
       In my young manhood in Hollywood, California, I was in a coffee shop, and I saw a man who reminded me of Merlin doing exactly what I do now. Those were his exact first words to me. He was a hard ass, but he taught me well. After a year of apprenticeship he said, “My curse on you is that you will become me. Someday someone will come up to you and the cycle will begin all over again.” Sure enough, his prophecy came true. In the thirty-five years I’ve spent as a reader on Jackson Square, I’ve taught more than a few other people how to do this...
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