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- Author: George Barr McCutcheon
- Publisher: Kessinger Publishing
- ISBN-10: 1162646489
- ISBN-13: 9781162646480
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 1.9 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English
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1903. The American newspaperman and novelist begins The Sherrods: Through the soft summer night came the sounds of the silence that is heard only when nature sleeps, imperceptible except as one feels it behind the breath he draws or perhaps realizes it in the touch of an unexpected branch or flower. The stillness of a silence that is not silent; a stillness so dead that the croaking of frogs, the chirping of crickets, the barking of dogs, the hooting of owls, the rustling of leaves are not heard, although the air is heavy with those voices of the night-the stillness of a night in the country. All human activity apparently at an end, all sign of life lost in somber shadows. The ceaseless croaking, the chirping, the hooting, the rustling themselves make up this unspeakable silence-this sweet, unconscious solitude. See other titles by this author available from Kessinger Publishing.
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- Author: George Barr McCutcheon
- Publisher: Kessinger Publishing
- ISBN-10: 1162646489
- ISBN-13: 9781162646480
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 1.9 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English English
1903. The American newspaperman and novelist begins The Sherrods: Through the soft summer night came the sounds of the silence that is heard only when nature sleeps, imperceptible except as one feels it behind the breath he draws or perhaps realizes it in the touch of an unexpected branch or flower. The stillness of a silence that is not silent; a stillness so dead that the croaking of frogs, the chirping of crickets, the barking of dogs, the hooting of owls, the rustling of leaves are not heard, although the air is heavy with those voices of the night-the stillness of a night in the country. All human activity apparently at an end, all sign of life lost in somber shadows. The ceaseless croaking, the chirping, the hooting, the rustling themselves make up this unspeakable silence-this sweet, unconscious solitude. See other titles by this author available from Kessinger Publishing.
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