on the TOEPOINT of which spins A silk
hat.  With A deft kick he sends it spinning to his crown and JAUNTYHATTED
Skates in.  He wears A slate frockcoat with claret silk lapels, A gorget
of cream Tulle, A green lowcut waistcoat, stock collar with white
kerchief, tight lavender trousers, patent pumps and canary gloves.  In his
buttonhole is an immense Dahlia.  He twirls in reversed directions A
clouded cane, then wedges it tight in his oxter.  He places A hand lightly
on his breastbone, bows, and fondles his flower and buttons.)

Maginni:  The poetry of motion, art of calisthenics.  No connection with Madam Legget Byrne’s or Levenston’s.  Fancy dress balls arranged.  Deportment.  The Katty Lanner step.  So.  Watch me!  My terpsichorean abilities. (He MINUETS forward three paces on tripping BEE’S feet) tout le monde en Avant!  Reverence!  Tout le monde en place!

(The prelude ceases.  Professor Goodwin, beating vague arms shrivels,
Sinks, his live cape filling about the stool.  The air in firmer Waltz
time sounds.  Stephen and Zoe circle freely.  The lights change, glow, fide
gold rosy violet.)

The pianola: 

    Two young fellows were talking about their girls, girls, girls,
    Sweethearts they’d left behind ...

(From A corner the morning hours run out, GOLDHAIRED, SLIMSANDALLED, in
girlish blue, WASPWAISTED, with innocent hands.  Nimbly they dance,
twirling their skipping ropes.  The hours of noon follow in amber gold. 
Laughing, linked, high HAIRCOMBS flashing, they catch the sun in mocking
mirrors, lifting their arms.)

Maginni:  (CLIPCLAPS GLOVESILENT hands) Carre!  Avant DEUX!  Breathe evenly! 
Balance!