For he is an inspired man. Every inch of him is inspired⁠—you might almost say inspired separately. He stamps with his feet, he tosses his head, he sways and swings to and fro; he has a wizened-up little face, irresistibly comical; and, when he executes a turn or a flourish, his brows knit and his lips work and his eyelids wink⁠—the very ends of his necktie bristle out. And every now and then he turns upon his companions, nodding, signalling, beckoning frantically⁠—with every inch of him appealing, imploring, on behalf of the muses and their call.