As dancers, imagine two rascals, quite ugly, but charming in their corruption, in their obscene leerings and the femininity of their movements, dressed as women, their eyes painted with antimony. For costumes they had wide trousers…From time to time, during the dance, the impresario, or pimp, who brought them plays around with them, kissing them on the belly, the arse, and the small of the back, amd making obscene remarks in an effort to put additional spice into a thing that is already quite clear in itself. It is too beautiful to be exciting. I doubt we shall find the women a good as the men; the ugliness of the latter adds greatly to the thing as art.