My dear,

Dancing: The vertical expression of a horizontal desire legalized by music.

If the dance does not in some way simmer with the craze and lust for life, the lust for contact with another human’s soul, and of another person’s body, then it’s not dance.

Desire, desire, desire, desire. If your dance does not contain desire, then it’s hollow. It’s a performance. It’s an act. It’s a sham. Desire is the key.

And if that desire isn’t illegal, or can’t be forbidden for children if turned horizontal, then it’s just no fun at all.

Falsely yours,
George Bernard Shaw