Dance critic Clive Barnes on a current American Ballet Theater production:
This 1964 ballet is totally alive with both Shakespeare’s poetry and his earthy, timeless human comedy, all magically enmeshed in a gossamer web of choreography shimmering like moonlight on dewdrops.
Would it be impertinent to ask whether Clive has ever actually SEEN moonlight on dewdrops?
Note to NRO editors: If I ever write a sentence like that, please take me out back and shoot me.