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154 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 2016
In their days of loving, tawny owls hunt noiselessly in the half-dark. They bring back colonies of cockchafers and moths to the five little beaks that merely cry out, without yet hooting—without yet singing what never quite becomes a song. [72]
Suddenly they call: “Halt!”
They drop the reins, as only snails can do amid the moss and blueberries.
They rest beneath the wonderful red cups of the peziza fungus, which spring up like parasols on the dead black wood. [140]
But listen!
Listen in the silence of twilight!
In the most absolute silence, lend your ears.
The planet men call Earth emits a hum that is to this day unexplained.
Totally black waves underlie this barely audible, very low-frequency song that never ends.
The toing-and-froing of the sea across the sloping plateaus of the deep sea floor,
at the point when it reverberates against the shores of the continents,
sings. [147–8]