“The madnesses of an unfettered mind are tantamount to silence.”
“It's the silence... the damned, deafening silence...”
“What's that? I cant hear it.”
“She's deafened me with silence”
I don't think you quite realise what a peculiar thing noise is. I really don't think so at all. Oh, what, you think this should be about silence? Pretentious lot, folks are; think there be stuffs to be said on nothings. Stuffs! On nothings! The entire point of nothings is that they tend to be just that - nothing. Nothing to them, nothing about them, nothing around them. They just are not. And silence is a nothing just like the rest of them.
But noise, on the other hand...
Noise, for nothing, for that volume... Mööse!