Dancing takes a certain lightness, a spring in the step, an elasticity in the calves; a kind of joie de vivre, or alternatively a leavening element of self-proclaiming stupidity in one’s make-up.

And real life’s different?” I asked.

So that we don’t get out of our depth,” Mouse said.

We were perfectly decorous together. It took the will of both of us. I trusted him with me, and myself with him.

Some things belong to the past.

Experience can never be undone, or knowledge unlearned.

I’m not just a face, or a body. I’m a Havisham.

Don’t we have to live a little first? And read later?