“Let us fly, Madam Harpy Queen. Show me how you dance on the wind.”

“Show me how you dance and I will know where you are from...”

“...her queen danced like a flame in the wind, and the mercurial king like the weight at the center of the earth...”

“A crippled childSaid, "How shall I dance?"Let your heart danceWe said.Then the invalid said:"How shall I sing?"Let your heart singWe saidThen spoke the poor dead thistle,"But I, how shall I dance?"Let your heart fly to the windWe said.Then God spoke from above"How shall I descend from the blue?"Come dance for us here in the lightWe said.All the valley is dancingTogether under the sun,And the heart of him who joins us notIs turned to dust, to dust.”

“Then tell Wind and Fire where to stop," returned madame; "but don't tell me.”

“JEANBoy, would I like to see you give some old harpie the three in one! COLONELDon't be vulgar, Jane. Let us be crooked, but never common. ”