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by Jonathan Aaron
Blondin made a fortune walking back and forth1 over Niagara Falls on a tightrope—blindfolded, or inside a sack, or pushing a wheelbarrow, or perched on stilts2, or lugging3 a man on his back. Once, halfway4 across, he sat down to cook and eat an omelette. Houdini, dumped into Lake Michigan chained and locked in a weighted trunk, swam back to the boat a few moments later. He could swallow more than a hundred needles and some thread, then pull from between his lips the needles dangling5 at even intervals6. I can close my eyes and see your house explode in a brilliant flash, silently, with a complete absence of vibration7. And when I open them again, my heart in my mouth, everything is standing8 just as before, but not as if nothing had happened. 点击收听单词发音
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