"You have spent your life writing tragedies for a world that does not believe in tragedy. What is tragedy? Everyone is born somewhere: into this body, this family, this place. Into the mystery of your own predilections that change as you become conscious of what governs choice, but change little. Into, in short, particularity inseparable from existence. Each particularity, inseparable from its history, offers and denies. There is a war between each offer you embrace and what each embrace precludes, what its acceptance denies you. Most of us blunt and mute this war in order to survive. In tragedy the war is lived out. The radical given cannot be evaded or erased. No act of intelligence or prowess or cunning or goodwill can reconcile the patrimony of the earth.
from 'Ulanova at forty-six at last dances before a camera Giselle'
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