has weariness with the same old issues that they always had—the same boring flaws and anxieties they have been gnawing on for years regarding pirouettes en dedans and en dehors, which leaves them soggy and tasteless and inert regarding petit allegro, with nothing interesting left to think about regarding roles performed throughout their career, nothing left to do but spit them out and wander off to the backyard, ready to dig up some fresher pain they might have buried long ago.