by iva pet peave
magic had a pet
something up his sleeve
years of pain (regret) or shame (or better yet):
* unfortunately, magic didn't re-cognize that his pet peave said much more about him than it said about his pet.
when we own our pet peaves, we actually become owned by them.
* secret: those who "push our buttons" are (in Reality) Angels who wake us up to our self-imposed hell-cells -- a jail that we can free ourselves from any time that we decide to reduce the size of said button.