Figures in the dance, now facing each other for a few turns and then swept apart by the music to other partners or alone, watching the favoured one making remote figures, her eyes, the flash of a smile directed where, and then sweeping back, overshooting after the briefest touch, away again, you veer around and away. Alone with your thoughts in their own swirling, eyes too big, obedience to the dance, good grace, words that seemed to mean something repeated over and over until they can no longer hold any meaning, then fade into another beginning. And all of this to be repeated with new partners, new songs. The only tenderness, briefly in the half-dark, as between two sinners.