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<p>&quot;Homans’s accomplishment is akin to setting the most delicate and beautiful of all the imperial Fabergé eggs into a fissure high on Mount Rushmore and tracking its unlikely survival. And the question of ballet’s survival lies at the core of Homans’s moving story. “Ballets,” Théophile Gau­tier wrote, “are the dreams of poets taken seriously.”  The tale of the tutu is indeed the story of a bunch of crazy dreamers, dancers, warriors of anatomy who have worked ludicrously hard to formulate, shape and perfect the highest form of the human physique, and the result is a glorious paradox: the manifestation of morality in muscle, truly Whitman’s body electric. What a noble and superb cause! What folly in the face of guaranteed evanescence!&quot; &#8211; <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2010/11/28/books/review/Bentley-t.html?_r=2&amp;ref=review" target="_self">Toni Bentley</a>, NYT.</p>
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