Back when we were reading Anna Karenina, I told you that balls were bad news.
For anyone who might have missed out on the idea that sambas are serious business; that doing the cha-cha-cha involves taking a chance; that foxtrots are definitely not free… I give you this quote from The Return of the Native, Book Second, chapter five:
He was there, of course. Who was she that he danced with? Perhaps some unknown woman, far beneath herself in culture, was by that most subtle of lures sealing his fate this very instant. To dance with a man is to concentrate a twelve-month’s regulation fire upon him in the fragment of an hour. To pass to courtship without acquaintance, to pass to marriage without courtship, is skipping of terms reserved for those alone who tread this royal road.
I repeat. Dancing is dangerous.