"The sense of loneliness was overwhelming, the silence as deep as death, and the only sounds were the ones I made myself... I had a queer feeling that the whole wood was listening with me, the trees and the bushes, the little animals hiding in the undergrowth and the birds roosting in the branches. All were listening. Even the silence was listening. Silence was listening to silence."

-Roald Dahl, Danny The Champion fo the World,1975