This wasn’t so problematic at first: exhaustion actually suits Christopher Wheeldon’s “Klavier,” a dark exploration of the moment when opulence overripens to decadence.

I couldn't believe my ears: at Roedean a new girl spent at least a term having it drummed into her what an insignificant little squit she was; and here were these girls being welcoming!

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We have not to examine into the earliest practice of ascetic life and hermitism; the gathering together of secluded societies of celibates and virgins; the superstitious veneration of the relics of holy men […]