The tracks bordered on the psychedelic, turning the hum of insects into swarming techno.
Amid the dense greenery of the jungle, throbbing with the hum of insects, the young boy lifts his arm and points: the creature was there.
All the sounds of man, the bleating of sheep, the cries of birds, the hum of insects, the stir that makes the background of our lives — all that was over".
He then journeys 30m years into the future, where "the huge red-hot dome of the sun had come to obscure nearly a 10th part of the darkling heavens", and "all the sounds of man, the bleating of sheep, the cries of birds, the hum of insects, the stir that makes the background of our lives – all that was over".
They fail even to vibrate the air, on an exhausted planet where "the sounds of man, the bleating of sheep, the cries of birds, the hum of insects, the stir that makes the background of our lives — all that was over".
All the sounds of man, the bleating of sheep, the cries of birds, the hum of insects, the stir that makes the background of our lives all that was over". In its place, there is only an "awful twilight". Softly, on the shadowy beach, some dark, tentacled thing flops about.
Ox-eye daisies epitomise that near-vanished habitat, our traditional flower-rich meadowland, which along with the cuckoos, hedgerow elms, and the hum of myriad insects (remember the days of insect-spattered summer windscreens?) seem to express more than any other habitat the soul of the English countryside.
The story also had me thinking of contemporary images of the lush Southern landscape, the hum of flying insects, and life on the water in general.
The gentle movements were strangely energising and finished with a meditation on the sounds around us: the hum of birds and insects, the rush of the waterfall, the odd shout from a passing yacht.
The sudden barrage of a tropical downpour on a tin roof almost drowns out the small congregation, before they lift their voices and the sound of Hebrew prayers rises above the chorus of insects, the hum of electric fans – and the incessant rain.
I think they mistake the hum of wires for the buzz of insects".
