If you read my reply, CRM, you will notice no words in my post allude to greatness or any degree of "fantasticism": they are merely the opposite qualities that RobD has as a dancer. Each of those traits can be seen as a positive or a negative, dependent on one's own view. One man's meat, etc, etc...
That said, Stokie says he shares some of my dance traits and I have to say, "By the way, he's fantastic." (better than I)
So, to answer your question, I was pointing out the exact opposite to Rob, in order to open up the discussion and give the contrasting view...
I read this in a fictional book.
The author is describing Ballroom Dancing.
"Some men dance as thought they are stepping out the Croquet lawn at the beggining of the season.
Some men bob on the spot as though their feet are bare and the floor is red-hot.
Others clasp you to them with a demonic grip. Their body temperature shoots to 110 degrees and they rub you over their fronts as though you are a bar of soap, and they are trying to work up a lather.
'Antonio was sad because he felt that his job* was a disgrace to Tersicore who, he explained was the muse of dancing,
"It is one of the great arts, to make beautiful movements with the body {Snip}
As for the women...Oh! it is horrible to have their heavy bodies in my arms, like steering a cow."{Snip}
Antiono bowed before me, his hand turned gracefully on his chest. He took me in his arms, and we began to Waltz. {Snip}
We seemed to be moving in a different element from ordinary air.
We were gliding, floating, flying.
I felt weightless, cradled within the framework of his arms, poised, perfectly controlled though he held me away from him, one hand just lightly touching my waist, the other supporing my small hot one at the level of my ear.
The minute I stopped thinking about it , my feet knew at once where they ought to go.
* paid by a posh hotel in Monte Carlo to dance with rich old widows and spinsters.
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