George was a dervish, but he wasn't a very good dervish.
He tried to whirl, but he'd get dizzy quickly, and he'd trip over his own feet.
So, he tried to whirl the other way, and he'd trip over his feet even more quickly.
That's when George decided to give up whirling, and he'd stand perfectly still.
"What good is a dervish who does not whirl?" growled his dance master.
"Does not the earth turn?" said George. "And orbit the sun? Which orbits the galaxy?"
The dance master pondered this, and then slapped George on the back of the head.