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Written, simply and warmly, an informal reflection - in galloping fast forward - of the blossoming and fading of a great man, and of the fragile young ballerinas for whom, around whom, because of whom he built his masterpieces. Balanchine was always aware that his art was evanescent, that his dancers were mortal, that moments of beauty are precious and can never be retrieved.
The corny taste has in fact been bred out of commercial popcorn intentionally, because it conflicts with the flavor of artificial additives and because it's tough to grow big, high-yielding crops that are also tasty.
One dark night a UFO piloted by Joe Morton - a beautiful, innocent, telepathic, mute young refugee from the stars - makes a desperate crash landing in the Hudson River near Ellis Island.
In 1801, a gigantic cheese made history.
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