Those metallic sounds that could only come from a change machine. It's called a "tennis racket," though the sound the strings make when they meet the ball is a tightly-focused thock. When the phone rang, I knew it was Jami, because immediately I had to go to the bathroom. The silent world is our only homeland, unless you're deaf, in which case there is too much painful buzzing in your ears for you ever to know silence. I shook the light bulb to hear why it no longer gave out light.