Every wooing of the announced dance turns happiness around its own axis. The bent coil of sound is responsible for that flexibility, the manoeuvrability of evasion for precaution. The being endeavours to adapt to its own rigidity, the shell forms shapelessness to the external promotion of desire. The tone of the voice is the underlying delusion, the parable of the gift. The will's power bends to the turning away of ordinariness, until the end of applause beats the favour of the silent second. That impulse, regardless of the recognition muse, enjoys the constancy of courage in the power of self-relevance.