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Plot Is The Knowing Of Destination.

Jealousy Is No More Than Feeling Alone Against Smiling Enemies.

... In General, The Anglo-irish Do Not Make Good Dancers; They Are Too Spritely And Conscious; They Are Incapable Of One Kind Of Trance Or Of Being Seemingly Impersonal. And, For The Formal, Pure Dance They Lack The Formality: About Their Stylishness (for They Have Stylishness) There Is Something Impromptu, Slightly Disorderly.

To Leap Is Not Only To Leap, It Is To Hit The Ground Somewhere.

Reason Can Never Reconcile One To Life: Nothing Allays The Wants One Cannot Explain.