The secret impresses no one. The trick you use it for is everything.
You should never underestimate the predictability of stupidity.
In the quiet words of the Virgin Mary... come again?
No one cares about the man in the box, the man who disappears.
- So, what you doin here?
- I'm taking the dog for a walk. What's the problem?
- What's in the car?
- Seats and a steering wheel.
Do you know what "nemesis" means? A righteous infliction of retribution manifested by an appropriate agent. Personified in this case by an 'orrible cunt... me.
Now you're looking for the secret. But you won't find it because of course, you're not really looking. You don't really want to work it out. You want to be fooled.