The eating of burning brimstone is an entirely fake performance.
Only one man ever betrayed my confidence, and that only in a minor matter.
No performer should attempt to bite off red-hot iron unless he has a good set of teeth.
Fire has always been and, seemingly, will always remain, the most terrible of the elements.
It is still an open question, however, as to what extent exposure really injures a performer.
The great day of the Fire-eater - or, should I say, the day of the great Fire-eater - has passed.
Another method of eating burning coals employs small balls of burned cotton in a dish of burning alcohol.
Flames from the lips may be produced by holding in the mouth a sponge saturated with the purest gasoline.
But then, so far as I know, I am the only performer who ever pledged his assistants to secrecy, honor and allegiance under a notarial oath.
My professional life has been a constant record of disillusion, and many things that seem wonderful to most men are the every-day commonplaces of my business.