Wild applause.  The bedlam wonderswarm of so many collected together and giving throat at once.  Simultaneous assertion and surrender, my individual voice added to the multitude, a brief singular living event, swelling and then fading, a congress where sum > parts, an exaltation freely rendered because a performance has moved us to cry out aloud.

Is this what the good ones hear at the end, as they're being ushered off the stage?  What about those of us who get booed or…