The fine line between action and ignorance: Should we be inspired by or scornful of those who walk out?

I am always intrigued by people who walk out of things. Out of movies, out of plays,
out of concerts and out of operas. They often seem like jack-in-the-boxes with hair
triggers to me: one long monologue, one bar of atonal music, one four-letter word,
one nude body, one dream sequence and they’re on their feet. They operate on equal
parts impatience, outrage and confidence. And for some reason, there’s something
about their grim, affronted posture as they sidle through the darkness between knees
and seatbacks that makes me think of George W. Bush. The Globe and Mail