“The judge is dancing, dancing. He says that he will never die.”

“He never sleeps, the judge. He is dancing, dancing. He says that he will never die.”

“The slave who dances is free ... while he is dancing.”

“Luke grabs my hand. I turn to see a look of pure horror on his face. "This," he says, "is a dance?" "You were expecting what?" I say. "Why are they not dancing?" I look around the gym again. "Well, most people are dancing." I nod at the freshman boys, who have resorted to doing the robot. "They're dancing." Luke looks completely unconvinced. "And the music," he says, "is it always this.....loud?" I laugh. "You sound like you're forty. You have been to a dance before, right?" Luke looks offended. "Yes. Of course. But it was more..." he surveys the gyrating bodies around us "....civilised that this." He turns to me accusatory. "And you. Have you been to a dance?”

“If he had any compassion for me' cried her husband impatiently 'he would not have danced half so much! For God's sake, say no more of his partners. Oh! that he sprained his ankle in the first dance!”

“No, they'll dance with you and then say I am justly called mysterious," he said."You are odious.""Quite so, but admit you've never danced better than these last few moments when you were too angry to think about it.”