"Back it goes into Shipi's hands. This time Geller uses his index finger and his thumb to rub both sides of the neck. Almost frantically, like a shipwrecked sailor calling up a bottled genie, Geller strokes the fork, waiting for the miraculous to happen. Imperceptibly at first, then becoming barely detectable, Geller begins to press down on the fork with his index finger. Shipi holds it in his vice grip. Geler is clearly - though with great sublety - trying to bend the fork with his fingers.
"Uri, you're using your hand to bend the fork; What gives?" I challenge.
Without missing a beat, Geller takes the fork and examines it, again suggesting that "There is a slight bend to it." He does not even acknowledge my accusation. "I just don't have the power tonight, I guess," is his only reply."