A ban on clapping: a load of claptrap or to be applauded (silently)?
It’s all very well making the world a more inclusive place. The trouble is knowing when to stop
Once on a ship I met an elderly woman who was married to an American submarine commander. I met him too, but she was the more interesting party because she had only one hand. Every time I asked she would gravely explain what happened: it was an incident with a combine harvester on the small Kansas farm where she grew up; it was an unfortunate incident involving petting the jaguar at the Brooklyn zoo; her hand was severed in a lightsabre fight with a man who subsequently turned out to be her father; she was arrested and handcuffed to a lamppost and “I pulled and pulled. Something had to give. I hoped it would be the lamppost.”
On another occasion, she told me it had happened after too heartily applauding a performance of Cats.
“It was worth it,” she said defiantly, waving her wrist aloft like a truncated Statue of Liberty. “That Grizabella really sang her heart out!”..