And so he was reading the story as if it were a spell and the words of it, spoken aloud, could make magic happen.
If the world held magic powerful enough to make the elephant appear, then there must exist, too, magic in equal measure, magic powerful enough to undo what had been done.
Magic is always impossible.... It begins with the impossible and ends with the impossible and is impossible in between. That is why it's magic.
Miracles and magic pervade the things that I've written, but yet there are no miracles and there is no magic.