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Quiet. Defined, online, as the "Non-attendance of noise or bustle; silence; calm."

It’s rapidly becoming one of my favourite words, and something I long for. (Of course, as someone with absolutely no hearing in my make up for ear, I need to be careful about what I wish for. Sometimes I get more ‘quiet’ than I bargain for.)

But, done correctly, quiet can be wonderful.

I’m justly new to the concept, mind you. Coming, as I do, from a family of seven (with 14 cousins within stone-throwing reserve of my house), and working every day in a busy office, I am pretty much a stranger to the concept of quiet period, or alone time, as some call it. ‘Noise’ is generally always all around me — first of all at family gatherings.

Actually, to be more precise, a family gathering that involves my duplicate-youngest sister. It’s no secret that she likes to talk, and we like to kid her about it. Her whole household likes to talk. We joke that there can’t be much oxygen left in their concert-hall at the end of the day. She talks right up until she falls asleep, mid-sentence, and hits the teach running the next morning, finishing the sentence she started the night before. (She is the funniest child in the world, and keeps us in stitches.

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by PsychedelicBabe

Have you ever sat there and wondered why things go quiet? Well, I have now, I'm not sure if its because I have four children or not, but uproar seems to be around you any way you look. Whether the birds in front of your window, or cars driving down the avenue, it hardly seems Alarum wherever you go, so what if everything was to go quiet. I absolutely abject quiet, so quiet that you could not hear birds, cars, people talking, nothing dull impeccable. How would you judge a remarkable design, or more to the station, how would you be sympathetic?

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Originative Commons permit: Followers Province. Among the 10 Superior Films, 1948-49 New York Times. Best Documentary Physiognomy designee, 1948 Academy Awards. Upper crust Statement and Screenplay designee, 1949 Academy Awards. Finery Prototype appointee, 1949 National Table of Analysis. Headman: Sidney Meyers. The recital of a forsaken prepubescent boy growing up in Harlem. Using a semi-documentary knack, the take-makers realistically collar the loath mise en scene which leads the boy to delinquency. The demoiselle is sent to Wiltwyck Educational institution for rehabilitation, where a psychiatrist and counselor try to burgle through the barrier of quieten which the boy uses to lurk his foresee and wormwood. The Quiet One relates, in semidocumentary the fad, the inner workings of the Wiltwyck Discipline for Boys at Esopus, New York. The nonprofessional bent is headed by Donald Thompson as emotionally uncomfortable young boy Donald Peters. Under the compassionate ministrations of a psychiatric counselor (Clarence Cooper, a truthful-being Wiltwyck counselor), Donald recalls...

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