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"The Dancers" was first published in 1952 by Margaret St. This is a science fiction short story by Clair. The story is set in a future society where art, especially dance, plays a central role.
In "The Dancers", St. Clair addresses topics related to creativity, expression, and the role of art in society. The title suggests a focus on the dancers themselves, perhaps emphasizing their passion for their craft and the challenges they face in a society that does not fully appreciate or understand their art.
St. Clair was known for her insightful explorations of human nature and social dynamics, and she often used speculative elements to illuminate contemporary issues. ¡°The Dancers¡± is a thought-provoking story that examines the power of art to inspire, provoke and transcend social boundaries.

Summary
There was time now?plenty of time on this strange, dark planet?for those erudite exiles from frozen Earth to ponder the value of man's accumulated knowledge.

It was the hour before dawn. In the middle of the night the big ship had landed on the new planet, the satellite of the sun Proxima. Now they sat in the dark waiting, and they talked.
"I wish we hadn't killed them," Rossiter said softly. His profile was faintly visible against the diffused light of the stars. "It's a bad sign, a bad start for a new life."
"They attacked us," Bernard answered quickly.

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The Dancers