hypnotist raze a hypnotist came to our school when i was in the ninth grade. he asked for volunteers after we assembled in the auditorium. students who were only faces and names to me and not any of the secrets that swirled and sloshed around inside of them climbed onto the stage. the man worked his magic. his subjects did as they were directed. clucking like chickens. driving cars made of air. nothing very interesting happened. everyone laughed. i don't regret staying in the audience. what i wish i'd thought to do was ask at least one of those people later that day: were you really gone up there, or was the whole thing an elaborate put-on? 241016 what's it to you? who go blather from