As Pavlova’s bird body revealed itself on the scene, either;  immobile in trembling mystery or tense in the incredible are which; was her lift, her instep stretched ahead in an are never before seen,the tiny bones of her hands in ceaseless vibration , her face radiant,diamonds glittering under her dark hair, her. little waist encased. In silk, the great tutu balancing quickening and flashing over her! beating, flashing, quivering legs, every man and woman. sat: forward, every pulse quickened. She never appeared to rest static, some art of her trembled, vibrated, beat like a heart. Before our: dazzled eyes, we flashed. with the sudden sweetness of a hummingbird in action too quick for understanding by our gross utilitarian standards in action sensed rather than seen. The movie cameras could not record her allegro. Her feet and hands photographed as a blur.