I have some dutch ancestry , but I 'm having a hard time imagining trying to rustle my daughter and her boyfriend out of bed sunday morning because the pannekoeken are getting cold .
" You see bushes rustle , you assume there 's somebody or something there , " bloom says .
bloom说:“看到树丛瑟瑟颤动,你就会认为那儿必定有人或者有什么东西。”
The din , the smell of spice , the rustle of fabrics , the clink of coins and the creaking of scales , the muffled grunts of the elephants , the stench of the food and the waste and the animals , the press of humanity .
I don 't mean it 's sexy ( it is ) , but rather that it 's an experience that encompasses sight , sound and touch and even hearing ( the rustle of pages , the thump of the volume hitting the desk ) to create the context for comprehension .