When I was at UC Irvine in the 70s doing a second-Bac in Fine Arts/Dance the program was run by Eugene Loring. Antony Tuder came each spring to teach and set some performances. I was in awe of him. One day while looking for a quiet place to eat my lunch I saw Tuder sitting alone with his lunch. I was too frightened to actually speak to him and sort of slunk away to leave him to his solitude. But, it struck me that this world-renowned artist looked quite lonely and sad. Maybe I'm projecting and he was happy to be away from all those annoying young students. In 1984 I attended An Afternoon with Agnes DeMille - I loved her. I believe by then she had had a stroke and when the curtain parted she was seated on stage. She was so full of pee and vinegar, as my mother would say. I love her memoirs, Where the Wings Grow and Speak to Me, Dance With Me. I'd love to read Lerman's book, thanks for bringing it to our attention, Bart.