Dancing brings an endlessness in which nothing matters but to go on dancing — in a room, till the walls disappear — in the open, till the sky, moving as you dance, seems to cleave and let you through.
Pilgrimage: The Trap (1925)
Dancing brings an endlessness in which nothing matters but to go on dancing — in a room, till the walls disappear — in the open, till the sky, moving as you dance, seems to cleave and let you through.
Pilgrimage: The Trap (1925)