All you'd need is a narrator intoning, "Silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Xanadu, and whatever walked there … walked alone," and bingo!
Within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood ands tone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone".
"On the mornings that had once throbbed with the dawn chorus of robins, catbirds, doves, jays, wrens and scores of other bird voices there was now no sound; only silence lay over the fields and woods and marsh".
As a child, he might have talked to his mother about them, or even to God, but now that he was an adult, alone in bed at night, the silence lay heavy on his stomach and his lungs.
In the mornings, which had once throbbed with the dawn chorus of robins, catbirds, doves, jays, and wrens, and scores of other bird voices, there was now no sound; only silence lay over the fields and woods and marshes.
As contributor Geraldine Brooks writes: "There is an ugly brilliance to this silencing … If the truth is silenced, lies can fill the space.
Anthony Andrews plays the upright but sexually ambivalent lawyer; in a thoughtful interview, he said The Letter is the only play he knows where what is not said is more important than what is: in those silences lie all the things that could not be spoken aloud in 1928.
