All was calm. But then the students couldn't get through the lift. They began to squabble, blaming one another. I yelled, Shut up, act like pros, get out of your heads and into your bodies. It worked, they flipped her up and over without a hitch. I returned to my usual comportment of supportive equanimity.
Excerpt from Dancer Out of Sight,
The Collected Writings of Douglas Dunn