ABSTRACT
In happier times, Michael Bennett told me this story about himself: He had been dancing in public since the age of four—he proudly showed a photo of himself in white tie and tails to prove it—and when he was five he danced at his uncle’s wedding. But he was too young to remember a sequence of dance steps, so he decided to improvise as he went along. He would dance flat-heel turns round the banquet hall, and take it from there. And instead of turning for sixteen or even thirty-two counts, he made up his mind that he wouldn’t stop.
