Let us read, and let us dance; these two amusements will never do any harm to the world.
What a very dangerous thing to say, when the dance is the most cunning seductress, and the book the most lethal weapon.
Nothing is more dangerous than a well-read mind behind a beautiful face and dancing eyes.
Nothing is more tempting than a wordsmith, borrowing the words of poets, old and new, backed by echoing voices of the past.
And nothing is more beautiful than two small, bare, female feet, dancing their way into the unthinking heart to the tune of ancient words, bearing it “ceaselessly into the past”.
But let us read, and let us dance…whatever harm may come; for me, there never will exist nobler endeavours.