As only a ballerina can. I'll get to that in a moment.
I never did get around to telling you what I got for Christmas. Hang in there. The deadline's still March. Meanwhile, someone's coming to town this weekend, and when she does it's always like Christmas to me. None of you have ever seen her in motion. Pity. The world's a different place when she's onstage. It usually makes her mother cry. Me, I ain't tellin', except to admit she is indeed a vision: