Gwendolyn read Fiona stories in bed for an hour while John perused the evening edition of the Times, then spread out some papers on the room's tiny desk. Later, they both changed into their evening clothes, primping quietly in twilight so as not to wake Fiona. At nine o'clock they stepped into the passageway, locked the door, and followed the sound of the big band to Æther's grand ballroom, where the dancing was just getting underway. The floor of the ballroom was a slab of translucent diamond. The lights were low. They seemed to float above the glittering moonlit surface of the Pacific as they did the waltz, minuet, Lindy, and electric slide into the night.
Reading this passage from 'The Diamond Age' always cheers me right up.
May you find yourself with your own beloved, dancing the night away above the Pacific.
Speaking of which, headlights are dancing across the snow, my own beloved is home. Good night.
Reading this passage from 'The Diamond Age' always cheers me right up.
May you find yourself with your own beloved, dancing the night away above the Pacific.
Speaking of which, headlights are dancing across the snow, my own beloved is home. Good night.
