A Drone in My Ear
I just learnt from Tsi that the Titanic was built in such a way that all the well-to-do people had their rooms on the upper decks. The poor people were at the bottom where the constant drone of the engine was an auditory passenger for the whole voyage.
So it was them, the lower deck men & women, the peeps close to the engines, who were first to realise that something was wrong. All of a sudden the engines were quiet. All of a sudden there was an eerie silence above the general noises of human presence.
The drone in my ear has stopped. Have we hit an iceberg?
Written by fungaijames on February 12th, 2008 with
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