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"MASTER HAROLD"...and the Boys

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There’s no collisions out there, Hally. Nobody trips or stumbles or bumps into anybody else. That’s what that moment is all about. To be one of those finalists on that dance floor is like … like being a dream about a world in which accidents don’t happen.

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Are we never going to get it right? … Learn to dance life like champions instead of always being just a bunch of beginners at it?

Athol Fugard, “MASTER HAROLD” … and the boys, Vintage Books, 2009, pp.45-46.

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