...of spectators

'How did the kids react when they saw the person on the hook?' I asked.

'Oh,' said Hazel, 'they reacted just about the same way the grown-ups did. They just looked at it and didn't say anything, just moved on to see what the next thing was.'

'What was the next thing?'

'It was an iron chair a man had been roasted alive in,' said Crosby. 'He was roasted for murdering his son.'

'Only, after they roasted him,' Hazel recalled blandly, 'they found out he hadn't murdered his son after all'.

[Cat's Cradle, Vonnegut, K.]