Boy studies in the library, alienated and uninspired to meet his responsibilities. Terpsichore, swaying with abandon across the aisle, spots him and whisks him away to a dreamscape. Boy finds himself sitting at a configuration of desks in which students peck away at their typewriters in Orwellian fashion. Suddenly, Terpsichore returns to him to dance a romantic pas de deux. When it ends, she sends him back to the library. He contemplates his "shift" in perspective with a knowing smile.
—Robert Steven Mack