"If you have ever been to a Jewish wedding, you know that sooner or later the ominous notes of 'Hava Nagila' will sound, and you will be expected to dance the hora. And if you don’t really know how to dance the hora, you will nevertheless be compelled to join hands with others, stumble around in a circle, give little kicks and pretend to enjoy yourself, all the while wondering if there’s a word in Yiddish that means “she who stares pathetically at the feet of others because she is still trying to figure out how to dance the hora.”
Continue reading Natalie Angier's "The Dance of Evolution, or How Art Got Its Start" (New York Times, November 27, 2007) here.