I saw a regional theater production over the weekend and was seated directly in front of a (very minor) local critic. This woman loudly took notes throughout the entire performance, shuffling the papers of her notebook distractingly, AND chewed gum like a heifer with her mouth open. (I have no problem with taking notes during a performance, but it should be done discreetly.) I admonished her during an appropriate break in the performance. I'm friends with the artistic director of this theater, and I told him he should think twice about inviting this person back to his shows until she learns some manners.
"You travel alone because other people are only there to remind you how much that hook hurts that we all bit down on. Wait for that one day we can bite free and get back out there in space where we belong, sail back over water, over skies, into space, the hook finally out of our mouths and we wander back out there in space spawning to other planets never to return hurrah to earth and we'll look back and can't even see these lives here anymore. Only the taste of blood to remind us we ever existed. The earth is small. We're gone. We're dead. We're safe."
-John Guare, Landscape of the Body