I’ve been rereading Dickens, specifically the chapter of A Christmas Carol describing
Fezziwig’s party: “In came a fiddler with a music-book, and went up to the
lofty desk and made an orchestra of it, and tuned like fifty stomach-aches. But
the great effect of the evening came when the fiddler struck up
“Sir Roger de
Coverley.” Then old Fezziwig stood out to dance with Mrs. Fezziwig.
Top couple too; with a good stiff piece of work cut out for them; three or four
and twenty pair of partners. But if they had been twice as many: ah, four
times: old Fezziwig would have been a match for them, and so would Mrs.
Fezziwig. A positive light appeared to issue from Fezziwig's calves. They shone
in every part of the dance like moons.” It made me wonder if partying was a
lost art form. Can you imagine this event being any fun without live music or
dancing?
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