Ya-honk he says, and sounds it down to me like an invitation,The pert may suppose it meaningless, but I listening close,

Sounds of the city and sounds out of the city, sounds of the day and night,Talkative young ones to those that like them, the loud laugh of work-people at their meals,The angry base of disjointed friendship, the faint tones of the sick,The judge with hands tight to the desk, his pallid lips pronoun-cing a death-sentence,The heave'e'yo of stevedores unlading ships by the wharves, the refrain of the anchor-lifters,The ring of alarm-bells, the cry of fire, the whirr of swift-streak-ing engines and hose-carts with premonitory tinkles and color'd lights,The steam-whistle, the solid roll of the train of approaching cars,The slow march play'd at the head of the association marching two and two,

People I meet, the effect upon me of my early life or the ward and city I live in, or the nation,

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YetBergsonisthinkingofvibrationinaverydifferentmanner.InMatterandMemory,hefactoredinmolecularvibrationasthatwhichprovidescontinuousmovementtothat whichappearsasstaticordiscreteobjects.AsBergsonnotes,matter“resolvesitselfintonimiberlessvibrations,aRlinkedtogetherinuninterruptedcontinuity,allboundupwitheachother,andtravelinginevery.directionlikeshiversthroughanimmenseb'ody”'^

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particle/wavecompositionofmatter/energy.

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Soundstudiesworkisconsciousofitsown historicity.Soundstudentsareawarethattheyarepartofanongoingconversationaboutsoundthatspanseras,traditions,places,anddisciplines;theyarealsoawareofthespecifichistoriesofinquiringaboutand-writingaboutsoundintheirhomedisciplines

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Paper is just an object that [some] information has been sprayed onto in the past... —Ted Nelson

"Quicker," he gasped, "I am dying - but we touch, we talk, not through the Machine."

As for Vashti, her life went peacefully forward until the final disaster. She made her room dark and slept; she awoke and made the room light. She lectured and attended lectures.

Here his story ended. Discussion of it was impossible, and Vashti turned to go.

It is not the proper thing, it is not mechanical

uneasy slumber, she was disturbed by an unfamiliar glow, which was the dawn.

The man in front dropped his Book - no great matter, but it disquieted them all. In the rooms, if the Book was dropped, the floor raised it mechanically

"Because, any moment, something tremendous many happen."

Then she fed, talked to many friends, had a bath, talked again, and summoned her bed.

"No ideas here," murmured Vashti, and hid the Caucasus behind a metal blind.

"You must excuse my common way of speaking. I have got into the habit of calling places over which I pass by their unmechanical names."

"O Machine!" she murmured, and caressed her Book, and was comforted.

his visits to her-visits which stopped when the Machine had assigned him a room on the other side of the earth. "Parents, duties of," said the book of the Machine," cease at the moment of birth. P.422327483."

"Oh, hush!" said his mother, vaguely shocked. "You mustn"t say anything against the Machine."