Jack shall pipe, and Jill shall dance. — Dance

"But O, she dances such a way! No sun upon an Easter-day, Is half so fine a sight."

"Dance light, for my heart it lies under your feet, love."

"Alike all ages: dames of ancient days Have led their children through the mirthful maze; And the gay grandsire, skilld in gestic lore, Has friskd beneath the burden of threescore."

"Round they went, a circular procession of dancers, each with hands on the hips of the dancer preceding, round and round, shouting in unison, stamping to the rhythm of the music with their feet, beating it, beating it out with hands on the buttocks in front; twelve pairs of hands beating as one; as one, twelve buttocks slabbily resounding. Twelve as one, twelve as one. "I hear Him, I hear Him coming." The music quickened; faster beat the feet, faster, faster fell the rhythmic hands. And all at once a great synthetic bass boomed out the words which announced the approaching atonement and final consummation of solidarity, the coming of the Twelve-in-One, the incarnation of the Greater Being. "Orgy-porgy," it sang, while the tom-toms continued to beat their feverish tattoo:"

"We have very precise movements that we have to do. There are spots in the line that are more difficult. Because you can imagine if you’re catching a taller lady, there’s going to be more weight on you. It’s about trust and I totally trust all the women that I’m dancing with. It’s difficult, it’s a crowd-pleaser and I love it."

"To brisk notes in cadence beating Glance their many-twinkling feet."