Chelsea Clinton and Uma Thurman are dancing cowboy style, then ballroom style, right up in the front row. I become suspicious of the intentions of one of the Latin Kings nearest them. The holographic clock is 50 yards high and the heart chronometer's pounding is drowned out only by the wail of the guitar and the floating noise of amplified violins, violas. Dirk's voice almost sounds like that of a singer. Then the song is done.
None wears any makeup.
Some of them turn out not to be mimes after all, but ballet dancers of the utmost grace. Dirk's followers mouth the words to his most famous gospel, and the mimes work the movements and enact his pastoral preachings, along with the ballet dancers, who dance stunningly well considering that there is no music outside of the telltale heart. It is more beautiful than Swan Lake. The holographic clock now fills the whole stadium. Steven Spielberg joins Dirk, as the mimes prance about circling them, kicking up their heels and maypole dancing.