At first, the record seemed to give off only a series of rumbles and gurgles. But soon the irregular surges and lulls began to sound like the surf, playing on pebbles, crashing on rocks, growing louder and louder until a big one landed with a thunderous roar, and the listener could almost see the flying spume and the screeching seagulls. Then, evoking a passage into a quiet bay, little waves lapped with a feathery sound on a soft beach, and a bell buoy clanked mournfully. On the other side of the record was a kind of aural shipboard narrative, beginning with...
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