I didn't say nuffin'

Nobody likes a secret. We have passed into the information age and hence forth data shalt be freely available, knowledge an entitlement. We suffer the mass of the media that pulls our strings, entertaining us with the scrutiny and divulging of the privacy of our beautiful and our damned. Inquests and inquiries suggest that the witholding of information is not only socially frowned upon, but punishible by law. As a magician, you understand, this poses quite a problem- to be the only ones in the know is our livelihood; the superior smug cloak of mystery is what keeps us warm at night. But today it is no longer enough to just dazzle a fellow human with your superior supernatural ability, today's onlookers have decided they must know how it is done. Unless you flee the country or lure them away with promise of jaffa cakes, you will not escape the demanded illumination of it. But why does everyone want to ruin it all? I explain it like this: think of Christmas, a Christmas present, the carefully wrapped box, the gentle shaking. The joy and happiness of the gift is contained not in the object, but in the endless possibilities that lay before us, in the not knowing. Once we guess or the box is opened, suddenly the mysterious and intriguing becomes the mundane and disappointing. So to those who wish to 'know' I say this: leave it in the box man.