Yesterday I saw the Black Swan. The thought of loosing control over once mind like this, gives me the creeps.
I remembered this one time, and this is my little confession too, we had to read Molière’s Tartuffe for school and I just couldn’t get myself to read it. In a desperate situation of having to write an excerpt for homework the next day (and this was in pre internet era), I accepted three free tickets to a ballet of Tartuffe, that they just happen to play on that very evening. A few minutes into the show, I realized, that my excerpt wasn’t going to take shape based on dancing tutus, so I purchased the Ballet’s book, which also didn’t provide the necessary content I needed.
I still can’t remember how I passed the homework thing, as I wasn’t really a person who would copy notes from classmates, but that time I probably did. At the end I succeeded in giving the teacher the impression, I have read Tartuffe. Mentioning I saw a ballet based on it, probably gave me some extra credit too. Perfection hah?