I’m the soul in the body of the man named Nijinsky. Gaunt, I eat little, only what the spirit feeds me. I hate having a bloated stomach. It inhibits dancing. I’m afraid of crowds, of dancing for them— they demand a joyful jig but joy is death. They feel nothing but want my life to […]
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