Violence Catalog

Quotes

A Hind in Richmond Park

The wind beats unceasingly on the exposed roof with a succession of blasts or waves which vary in length 
and violence, causing all the loose parts to vibrate into sound. And the sounds are hissing, whispering, 
whistling, muttering and murmuring, whining, wailing, howling, shrieking—all the inarticulate sounds by 
man and beast in states of intense excitement, grief, terror, rage, and what not. And as they sink and swell 
and are prolonged or shattered into convulsive sobs and moans, and overlap and interweave, acute and shrill 
and piercing, and deep and low, all together forming a sort of harmony, it seems to express the whole ancient 
dreadful tragedy of man on earth.