funnygut - Tyrone Slothrop

"If I didn't know better, I'd say that was one of those monte games," murmured Lindsay, politely surpressing his disapproval...... "O.K.! maybe it's your lucky night, just tell us where that red is, now." Three cards lay face-down before them. After a moment of silence, it was Miles who announced in a clear and firm voice "The cards you have put down there all happen to be black - your 'red' is the nine of diamonds, the curse of Scotland, and it's right here," reaching to lift the sharper's hat, and to remove from atop his head, and exhibit, the card at issue..... A surprised expression could be noted on Lindsay's face. "That was well executed, Blundell. How did you know where the card was?" "Sometimes," Miles said with a strangely apprehensive note in his voice, "these peculiar feelings will surround me, Lindsay....like the electricity coming on - as if I can see everything just as clear as day, how....how everything fits together, connects. It doesn't last long though. Pretty soon I'm back to tripping over my feet again." -from Against the Day