Some kind of religious ritual, a dance to greet the sun? Barbaric.
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Consider also:
- “Are you not magnificent? Or you will be, someday. But first, you must earn your beauty.”
- “green of the honeyed muse, green of the rough caress of ritual, green undaunted by reason or delirium, green of jealous joy, green of the secret holy violence of the thyrsos, green of the sacred iridescence of the dance”
- “CUTHBERT: Ashton, I’m an adult. I should be treated like an adult. And this is religious intolerance. ASHTON: Come on! CUTHBERT: I didn’t attack you when I found you performing your ritual to Atlach-Nacha. ASHTON: (Pause) You know I don’t like talking about religion.”