The floor of the ballroom tilts now and again--fore to aft, sometimes port to starboard. But the steps of the dancers remain steady. A diminutive 92-year-old dowager, resplendent in her pink ball gown, sparkling jewelry and a blond bouffant hairdo topped with a black velveteen bow, smiles on the arm of her young officer escort as he leads her through the traditional paces of the Gay Gordons. They are surrounded by a swirl of tuxedoes, taffeta and tiaras--a time warp on the water aboard the grandest dame of them all, the British ocean liner Queen Elizabeth 2, the QE2.
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