"Do you see? There are lines of power everywhere. The land is filled with magic."

"What are you talking about? Those are floor tiles."

"Open your eyes. The lines are there, ready for young wizards like you to tap into the living, breathing power that is magic."

"My eyes are open, and I still say those are floor tiles."

"You refuse to see."

"See what? It's a fancy design on the floor of a food court. What the hell is so powerful about that?"

"Clearly, you grasp not the importance of my lesson."

"Clearly, you're insane."

"Now, as for the lines of power below us, they hold the earth's -- "

"Aw, hell. If you want power lines, I can take you up a telephone pole and hook you up real easy. You'd light up like a Christmas tree."

"Yes, you understand it at last! You hook into the energy and feel the magic of the earth lighting you from within. It is the most wondrous feeling in the world."

"You've done that?"

"But of course! As a young wizard, I have. I will never forget that feeling of discovery when I first tapped into that power and felt the magic burning inside me."

"Aha. Well, that explains it then."

"What does it explain?"

"It explains the white beard, and it explains why you should be wearing a white jacket."

"Do you mean a high wizard's robe?"

"Yeah, sure. But with longer sleeves."