This place does not give you permission to act the fool, Don Quixote.

[No place ever will. Even if it seems like other worlds are more put-together, he has a feeling her thoughts won't fly. They'll carry the tarnish of their City with them forevermore. They're like invasive species.]

Will gratitude help you find a way out of this mess? Or is it simply because applause and smiles will soothe the selfishness of your own glory?