“The doctor listens in with a stethoscope and hears sounds of a warpath Indian drum. ”
“He was healthier than the rest of us, but when you listened with the stethoscope you could hear the tears bubbling inside his heart.”
“You'd think someone who'd been to medical school would be able to hear through a stethoscope that somebody was empty inside.”
“They hear drums, we hear music.”
“My soul is a hidden orchestra; I know not what instruments, what fiddlestrings and harps, drums and tamboura I sound and clash inside myself. All I hear is the symphony.”
“Are you hearing unusual sounds or voices?” the doctor asked. “Help us, oh God, it hurts,” the boxes of cotton screamed. “Not exactly,” I said.”