Full lasting is the song, though he, The singer, passes.

With patient inattention hear him prate.

Behold the life at ease; it drifts, The sharpened life commands its course.

Civil limitation daunts His utterance never; the nymphs blush, not he.

The music ends. The screen grows dark. We hurry To go our devious secret ways, forgetting Those many lives . . . We loved, we laughed, we killed, We danced in …

'Nijinsky's life can be simply summed up: ten years of growth, ten years of learning, ten years of dancing, thirty years of darkness. Altogether some sixty yea…

The idea is not to live forever, it is to create something that will.