I will try to cheer myself by thinking of it as the inverse of Malcolm X.
ReliefMilly JourdainIn the sweet quiet of the early springWhen winds are blowing chill,I wander, hearing all the songs of the birdsWhich once were nearly still.For then the dull pain had filled my mind, but nowThe difference unseen!The sweet sounds of the birds are sweeter forThe silence that has been.Randomly chosen passage from The Autobiography of Malcolm XIf you've ever lindy-hopped, you'll know what I'm talking about. With most girls, you kind of work opposite them, circling, side-stepping, leading. Whichever arm you lead with is half-bent out there, your hands are giving that little pull, touching her waist, her shoulders, her arms, She's in, out, turning, whirling, wherever you guide her. With poor partners, you feel their weight. They're slow and heavy. But with really good partners, all you need is just the push-pull suggestion. They guide nearly effortlessly, even off the floor and into the air, and your little solo maneuver is done on the floor before they land, when they join you, whirling, right in step.