When the figures rose on the hills it was with a swirl of dirt so they looked like silver ghosts, dervishes.

It’s not any horsing around like you see in the movies, with twirling or flipping bottles—it’s more of a pure dervishness that has on occasion made a fool of me as I called for a drink that was already sitting up straight right under my face.

she had been a dervish of selfishness, resentment, and insecurity? Sadie had willed herself to be great: art doesn’t typically get made by happy people.