''suddenly, a distant tremor shook the house,and there came a faint and distant whirring buzz, that grew rapidly into a far; muffled screaming. it reminded me, in a queer, gigantic way, of the noise that a clock makes, when the catch is released, and it is allowed to run down.
''gradually, the whirring noise decreased, and there came a long silence. ... yet a constant "blurred" sound was in my ears. now that i noticed it, i was aware that it had been with me all the time. it was the world-noise.''
the house on the borderland, william hope hodgson.
