"... I wasn't drunk, but I'd had my fill, and this invitation reached me and I accepted it quickly. I twirled with her in the dance. I wasn't a good dancer, but at that moment the dance didn't require more than my arm around her back and hers around my neck. We'd spent enough time partying, dancing, and drinking, so I felt that the party was no longer one, and that every two or three, and every circle, was in its own cloud, and that some privacy was taking place between couples and groups. I wasn't aware of anyone, and I assume that no one was aware of me. The dancing now was this hugging and shuffling of feet with any step and almost in place, so the arena at that moment was a moving space and the music was a kind of private journey. The girl put her mouth to my ear and began singing "Eshar Ba'ad Eshar" by Fairuz..."