How can we know the dancer from the dance ?—William Butler Yeats
Isadora Duncar the dancer , died in 1927 . She had a fondness for long flowing scarves . She was riding in an open car near Nice , France , and the scarf around her neck got caught in the spokes of the car wheel .
I do , from time to time however , wonder about people who have gone before , who have walked the earth before us , and who have made a mark , been an influence , who are widely considered to have lived a purposeful life . Who were they ? What made them tick ? How did they wrestle their passions , find their causes , relate to other people ?
Wonder is an endlessly pleasant and also an impracticable thing .
Wisdom begins in wonder —– Socrates