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"...and their voices all together, mothers hushing their children, the hushing unnaturally prolonged, the men gentle and silent and each snail like withdrawn into the quietude of what he singly is doing..."

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"The dry and exalted noises of the locusts from all the air at once enchants my eardrums."

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"There were fences around one or two of the houses, but mainly the yards ran into each other with only now and then a low hedge that wasn't doing very well."

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"...and the carbon lamps lifted at the corners were on in the light, and the locusts were started, and the fire flies were out, and a few frogs were flopping in the dewy grass..."

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" Like the noises of the sea and of the blood her precocious grandchild, which you realize you are hearing only when you catch yourself listening."

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"Also there is never one locust but an illusion of at least a thousand."

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"...there was a long sweet stream of spray, the nozzle wet in the hand, the water trickling the right forearm and the peeled-back cuff, and the water wishing out a long loose and, low-curved cone, and so gentle a sound, first an insane noise of violence in the nozzle, then the still irregular sound, of adjustment, then the smooth into steadiness..."

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“from the whole shell heaven, shivering in your flesh and feasting your eardrums, the boldest of all the sounds of night.”

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“Each cricket makes his comment over and over in the drowned grass. A cold toad thumpily flounders.”

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“The noise of the locust is dry, and it seems not to be rasped or vibrated but urged from him as if through a small...and yet you seem to hear each locust discrete from...”

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"There was still daylight, shining softly and with a tarnish, like the lining of a shell; and the carbon lamps lifted at the corners were on in the light, and the locusts were started, and the fireflies were out, and a few frogs were flopping in the dewy grass, by the time the fathers and the children came out."

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The stars are wide and alive, they seem each like a smile of great sweetness, and they seem very near.

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“Out of any one hose, the almost dead silence of the release, and the short still arch of the separate big drops, silent as a held breath, and the only noise the flattering noise on leaves and the slapped grass at the fall of each big drop.”