“They scribble on notepads,the sound of their pensscratching the judgemental air.”
“Walk on air against your better judgement.”
“Being able to experience and live the differences with sound judgement offers a chance to opt for what is right for one.”
“Even sound seemed to fail in this air, like the air was worn out with carrying sounds so long.”
“Another damn'd thick, square book! Always, scribble, scribble, scribble! Eh! Mr. Gibbon?(On publication of Vol. 1 of The Rise and Fall of the Roman Empire”
“Where is the sound?" someone hastily scribbled on the blackboard, and they all waited anxiously for the reply. Milo caught his breath, picked up the chalk, and explained simply, "It's on the tip of my tongue.”