I can get enough as the Spectator...
I have had enough.

(i.e., In the back of the room, Lucy flips the breaker.
The crowd gasps as the cinema is brought to life. Again
the film plays with the same flaws in the reel, the sound
skips. It is a ball rolling, underwater or perhaps it is the
cloudy nature of the film. Music plays but it does not
correspond with the visual, as if trying to “take off,” or
“separate.” The projector operator is smoking, which
has an ethereal affect on the hall. The crowd would
not mind watching a third time, but the fuses keep blowing,
and it gets smokier until grandpa coughs. The hypnosis
obviously had little effect, his back, his lungs.)