I’ve often joked about the deafening silence of people who’ve been caught in their lies, using “crickets” as the metaphor for the only thing to be heard. I may have to stop doing that, because here is what crickets “say” when their high-pitched chirpings are slowed down to the normal frequency range of human voices:
It sounds like a choir murmuring in wordless harmony. I wonder if this is how they sound to one another.
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Fear doesn't travel well; just as it can warp judgment, its absence can diminish memory's truth. What terrifies one generation is likely to bring only a puzzled smile to the next. --Arthur Miller, "Why I Wrote 'The Crucible'", The New Yorker, October 21, 1996
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All animals live in a different time continuum. Nice that we have the technology now to appreciate it!