“I’ll dance my gratitude to you”
“He was a peasant. A poet of the people enjoying the indulgence of a new regime. He was also an epileptic, a drunkard, a lecher, a layabout and a thief. Isadora found him irresistible. The fact that they couldn’t understand each others languages, didn’t bother them at all.”
“Her performances were a disaster. Her private life, a scandal”.
“You were once wild here. Don’t let them tame you”.
“No one came to see her”.
“The temperature of the studio was more arctic then helenic, lack of fires, thin tunics, and bare feet made stoicism an essencial part of the curriculum”.
“Adieu, mes amis. Je vais à la gloire!”