You clap with both your hands. Each against the other. Doesn’t work with just one. Has to be a joint effort. You clap with both your hands and you smile with your face and your mouth, and then you lean forward in your chair to stand with your two feet, both of them together, one would be fine but why not two, and your smile expands and your teeth join the party, too, and you raise your elbows higher and crane your neck to peer over the people in front of you who are doing the same, and you borrow your left hand from its clapping duty, and the right, expectant and joyful and delighted to meet with its twin another time, hits thin air, and keeps going, and, slightly embarassed, curls down limp and lifeless in shame. For the other has been borrowed for a very important task, raised to your open mouth and lips and teeth and pursed into a claw, its thumb and forefinger rattling in the wind and letting out a loud squeal of delight and duty. And as soon as it’s done the left dives back down and finds its partner again, and it tells it not to worry, and givs it a gentle hug. I’m here it says. And your right palm, smiling, resumes the applause.