When I first moved to New York, I wanted to be a dancer. I danced professionally for years, living a hand-to-mouth existence. I never tapped into nightlife; all I knew was dancers. We went to bed early and got up early and went to free concerts at the Lincoln Center and Shakespeare in the Park.
I think I am probably a lot like my father.
I cannot consent to be led three or four hundred leagues out of my route, without its being by force of arms.
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