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Taylor also needles exaggerated critics, possibly individuals who like his dances ("Poggie while in the Quiet, by Cleave Yarns"), and ridicules know nothing interviewers from the hinterlands who expect one to clarify this is of one’s art in 25 phrases or less, on their deadline. When Taylor doffs his mask, he’s extremely perceptive and deeply individual about an artisan’s desires in "Why I Create Dances" ("since it briefly opens me from dealing with the real world"). He demonstrates downright solicitous while training a party to a couple of men ("Two Bozos Noticed Through Glass: An Epiphany") and converts totally sore, musing about his departed pet ("Our Expensive Dogmatist"). A few recycled nuggets from Private Domain incorporate Taylor’s graphic recounting of the elite Aureole, of his reach. He confesses that he didn’t feel a lot of it, nevertheless the dancing world did.