The World of The Chimes - A Non-Exhaustive Handbook
It is a matter of speculation whether the oolite of the Cotswalds has a resonance different from the sandstone rock of Clifton Hampden.
--- The Thames: Sacred River, Peter Ackroyd
Its some kynd of thing it aint us but yet its in us. Its looking out thru our eye hoals. May be you dont take no noatis of it only some times. Say you get woak up suddn in the middl of the nite. 1 minim youre a sleap and the nex youre on your feet with a spear in your han. Wel it werent you put that spear in your han it wer that other thing whats looking out thru your eye hoals. It aint you nor it dont even know your name. Its in us lorn and loan and sheltering how it can.
---Riddley Walker, Russell Hoban
Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,
A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,
I had not thought death had undone so many.
Sighs, short and infrequent were exhaled,
And each man fixed his eyes before his feet.
Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,
To where Saint Mary Woolnoth kept the hours
With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.
---The Waste Land, T. S. Eliot
Then they told us, all they wanted
Was a sound that could kill someone
From a distance, so we go ahead
And the meters are over in the red
It's a mistake in the making
It could feel like falling in love
It could feel so bad
But it could feel so good
It could sing you to sleep
I'll bet my mum's gonna give me
A little toy instrument
But that dream is your enemy.
---'Experiment IV', Kate Bush