The route followed and the length of stay will depend on the intensity of the rustling.
All movies thrive on the rustle of private detail — on pleasures and pains that last as long as a smoke — and there has been nothing more peculiar, in recent years, than watching one Marvel epic after the next, then sifting through the rubble of gigantism in search of dramatic life.
Roland Barthes, who had a naturally flirtatious mind, was particularly adept at giving us the frisson of flesh-on-flesh -- the rustling of sheets and sharp intakes of breath -- through "the keyhole of language," as he called it in "A Lover's Discourse: Fragments".
Chris Foster also contributes richly layered sound design: the muddy scratch of heavy rock on headphones, the rustle of dense undergrowth at nightfall.
What could ever replace the heartening packet of salt and vinegar lying open on the pub table, the rustling bag atop the packed lunch (that never makes it past elevenses), the comforting and fast-decreasing weight of a pack of gossamer cheese and onion in the palm?
On the way home, an unfamiliar rustling in the undergrowth puts Og in a panic, and he freezes, but Ig figures that whatever is rustling probably isn't any bigger and uglier than he is, so he blunders on, and whatever was doing the rustling scuttles off into the undergrowth.
And so the travelers help one another, communicating the hints they have trained their senses to capture: the pitch of a screech when a train comes to a halt — unique depending on the line, some insist; the rustling of newspapers, windswept by an oncoming train; the wave of a hand, the nod of a head, a pull on the top of a baseball cap, like a third-base coach advising his player to steal.
The rustling of leaves on a tree is 10 decibels; human conversation is normally 65, a bog dog gives off 75; the roar of Niagara Falls and the roar of a lion are both about 87.
