How interesting. I could no longer think. But the laughter. The whole theater was laughing. I was laughing, too, it was true, but I had a reason, I was going insane and intended to enjoy myself. But the whole theater? What did they know about BOOK.SUB? Were they an embodiment of the Moral Imperative? Was my conquest of the banal to be paid off in turpitude-awareness therapy? Was some shit-for-brains author out there somewhere orchestrating this whole scenario? I am the shit- for-brains author around here. But even as I stood in confusion, the laughter subsided, and I saw an ostensible reason for it. A couple in the balcony had evidently forgotten themselves, and were fucking passionately against a wall. Apparently they were heterosexual. He, standing, supported her by her buttocks. She clasped her legs around his hips and gripped his shoulders. The entire audience turned in their seats or stood to take in this scene. It was indeed remarkable, if only on account of the degree of lust expressed by it, but in point of fact not much different from what was supposed to be on the screen.
