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SON OF THE SUN Her arms moved in rhythmic motion with the graceful thrusts of her dancing body. Her feet were so light and responsive that the music itself seemed to emanate from them. The expression on her face was that of a maid who had found bliss and eternity a tor. 1 . 1 c a 1 1 among the angels. I had not seen her eyes, for they had not once shifted their gaze from Adam’s eyes, all the while she danced. Why, I thought, would she not cast just a passing glance my way? I heard a sigh come from Adam, from deep within him. As I forced my eyes from the glass to his face, I could see tears pouring down his cheeks. Except for these, his face seemed frozen into a 1 1 tom toe , 4 14 handsome mask. He was not ashamed of his emotion. Indeed, he seemed oblivious to everything around him as he surrendered to the fullness of a bittersweet joy. The girl danced on in the glass, the fervor of her movements mounting in proportion to Adam’s swelling emotions, apparently drawing out all of his passions, all of his tenderness with her dancing. There must have been an experience between Adam and this beauty which she wanted him to remember, and she seemed to be accomplishing her purpose very well, even as a miniature in a glass. His feeling was so apparent even I, a bystander, could decipher it. So perfect was the projected figure that it seemed to be a flesh- and-blood girl submerged in the nectar. Her graceful rhythm was matched by the soft folds of her white silken robe, which swirled and swung about her as though it had an awareness and a life all its own. Without a word spoken or sung, the theme of the dance was self-revealing. In all its movements the very soul of universal womankind was being expressed. In the flowing glides and abrupt leaps all the caprices of woman spoke. The figure’s hair danced about with a delight all its own, as though full freedom was in each strand, yet each was under perfect control of the sprightly head containing its roots. All things of her, about her and around her reflected the spirit of her dance. Even our table had taken on life from deep inside, although was in 32