She developed a stage mannerism - to reach into a basket she carried and hurl a rose from it into the audience when she strained for a high note. But the remarkable thing was that Florence Foster Jenkins had a good time. I used to think that once you got out of college there weren't any more exams or term papers or dissertations or tests or projects or whatever - and how wrong I was. The thing to do is not be too grim about such matters. Throw a sock at the TV set when something egregious is said, not a shoe.
Life is but a sport and a pastime.
I should add something here about Hampshire. I remember a story told to me by Diana Vreeland, a great figure in fashion, the editor of Harper's Bazaar years ago, which suggests that even wealthy institutions like Harvard are constantly on the lookout to better their financial situation. She and her young husband were invited to a small dinner in Albany by one of the great heiresses of the area, a Mrs. Van Renssalaer. At the dinner the talk swung around to Shakespeare and Anthony and Cleopatra, who Mrs. Van Renssalaer kept pronouncing as Cleoptra. There were two Harvard professors at the table.