The chimes are still common on the West End, and I've noticed that a lot of imported shows from London bring the practice with them.
At Sweat this past weekend, two ushers standing the back on the orchestra were announcing how much longer was left ("Please start returning to your seats--Act Two will begin in 5 minutes"
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"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