I have been dancing for ages, just as my muse, Terpsichore, instructed. So long as even one keeps dancing, it’s enough. Otherwise, the winds shall cease to travel, the flames to lick, the waters to hasten forward, and time to speak to us and to narrate. I! I dance through life! Hold now the knob of my music box and give it a turn! What does my dancing plea bespeak?
Noelle Barkshire
