She shuffled first this way, then that. Her hair wiggled about like an eel whose tail, caught in a pair of undersea pincers, struggles in vain to reel about. She then stops abruptly and bows: a grimacing, sharp bow. For a moment all is hushed, then, generously, a single bleating clap is produced.
(Anyone at all inclined to note the workings of man in the presence of other men will no doubt have noticed that a single clap will often serve as the catalyst for many other claps, that, oftentimes, a single clap will precipitate a roomful of claps, &c &c, but it must be noted here, for accuracy’s sake, that this single clap, as if in a vacuum, spawned no further claps.)
So that, then, was the way this performance concluded.
(Anyone at all inclined to note the workings of man in the presence of other men will no doubt have noticed that a single clap will often serve as the catalyst for many other claps, that, oftentimes, a single clap will precipitate a roomful of claps, &c &c, but it must be noted here, for accuracy’s sake, that this single clap, as if in a vacuum, spawned no further claps.)
So that, then, was the way this performance concluded.
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