Intrepid visitors will knock on the door to my mansion. "Can I rent the hedge?" they will want to know, for a birthday party, wedding anniversary or business reception.
"Yes, as long as I may deliver my speech beforehand."
I will deliver my speech, about the illusory nature of wisdom, in a manner that seems extemporaneous. (It is not). At the end of the speech, I will go, "aha!", and vanish in an expanding cloud of smoke.
A little while later, I will reappear with cake.