I want you to know that I have danced with this man. We called him Viktor the Cat. God he could move. One evening, at a Ceroc dance at the Casbah in West London, he chanced by, and in one gesture he flung down his coat and picked up my hand. I was his warm-up. I can only describe the experience as like being in the drum of a washing machine during the fast spin cycle. I was way out of my league. But I want you to know that I have lived.
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