„Silence, heat and light. The silence flowed back around us, like a filling pool, as I switched off the engine of the car, which died with the usual convulsive clatter and shudder of American V-8s of the period. The silence was not yet absolute after that because the car doors creaked as they swung open; but we were already aware enough of the silence not to want to disturb it, and by unspoken consent we left both doors open rather than banging them shut, and walked only a few steps from the car before being halted by the enormous stillness.“