captionstojerkby: “It’s amazing, isn’t it? Bet you didn’t even know it could do that, did you?
captionstojerkby: “It’s amazing, isn’t it? Bet you didn’t even know it could do that, did you?” He nods dully. Amazed. Not that he’s dull! He’s smart, really—I mean, he’s not gonna make any breakthroughs in theoretical physics, or anything, but he definitely didn’t just get in on the football scholarship. Sure, I help him with his homework, sometimes—I always have, ever since high school—but he’s not dull. Nope. Not dull. At least not usually—at the moment, underneath all his amazement, it’s harder to say. He’s so amazed that you couldn’t really test his intelligence right now; if you asked him a question he was confused about (and he’s already pretty confused) he’d look to me groggily for an answer, an explanation, like he’s looking to me for an explanation of the amazing fact that his football has suddenly developed the ability to levitate. It hasn’t, of course. The football is still in his hand, no matter what I’ve made him think. Amazingly, though—and hypnosis is an amazing thing—he can actually see it floating right above his fingers: this ordinary, mundane, unimportant object that he thought he understood and knew intimately—something that was always by his side, something that he took for granted as always being there, to hand in high school and following him just as naturally to college—has suddenly shown a different, unexpected side of itself he never knew existed. Has suddenly gone and done something so very, very amazing. And it will make it seem less amazing when, back in our dorm room, as I whisper and coo and reinforce all those feelings of wonderment and awe, I take advantage of the fact that his lips are already slightly parted in amazement. -- source link