I could hear it from far away, that sound which only very big cities can produce: a sound consisting of all sounds rolled into one: the hum of voices and the cries of animals, bells ringing and the chink of coins, children’s laughter and hammers beating metal, knives and forks clattering and a thousand doors slamming – the grandiose sound of life, of birth and death, itself.

I could hear it from far away, that sound which only very big cities can produce: a sound consisting of all sounds rolled into one: the hum of voices and the cries of animals, bells ringing and the chink of coins, children’s laughter and hammers beating metal, knives and forks clattering and a thousand doors slamming – the grandiose sound of life, of birth and death, itself.

– Walter Moers –

The 13½ Lives of Captain Bluebear

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