Literary notes about noise (AI summary)
The term “noise” in literature is deployed with remarkable versatility, functioning both as a literal description of sound and as a metaphor for emotional or social turmoil. In some passages, it vividly portrays the surrounding environment—a resounding clash reminiscent of natural forces or sudden disturbances that heighten tension, as when an arrow’s crack or a bolt is heard [1][2]. In other contexts, the word captures the clamor of human life, whether it is the bustling chatter of a coffee house or the uproar of a city in protest [3][4]. At times, authors use noise to signal interruption or change, such as a door opening with a subtle sound that marks a pivotal moment in the narrative [5]. In this breadth of use, “noise” emerges not merely as an acoustic element but as a crucial narrative instrument that reflects and amplifies the chaotic rhythms of both nature and society [6][7][8].
- There was the noise of a bolt shot back, and the door opened a few inches, enough to show a long snout and a pair of sleepy blinking eyes.
— from The Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Grahame - Suddenly a crackling, rolling noise was heard which seemed to him louder than the most terrific thunder, and he looked round.
— from War and Peace by graf Leo Tolstoy - "Within the walls of the coffee house there was always much noise, much clatter, much bustle, but decency was never outraged."
— from All About Coffee by William H. Ukers - The Zionist party makes a great deal of noise, but it is really an unrepresentative minority.
— from The International Jew : The World's Foremost Problem by Anonymous - I opened the door gently, and saw she was still asleep, but as I closed the door after me the noise awoke her, and she asked if I had dined.
— from The Memoirs of Jacques Casanova de Seingalt, 1725-1798. Complete by Giacomo Casanova - Then Ganglere heard a terrible noise on all sides, and when he looked about him he stood out-doors on a level plain.
— from The Younger Edda; Also called Snorre's Edda, or The Prose Edda by Snorri Sturluson - Thomas Jefferson “A pamphlet called ‘Commonsense’ makes a great noise.
— from Common Sense by Thomas Paine - Here lurks no treason, here no envy swells, Here grow no damned drugs, here are no storms, No noise, but silence and eternal sleep.
— from The Complete Works of William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare