William Beebe,
Jungle night
(1918)
“ The simile of theatrical scenery was always present to the mind, the illusion lying especially in the completeness of transformation from the jungle by daylight. The theatrical effect was heightened by the sense of being in some vast building. This was due to the complete absence of any breath of air. Not a leaf moved; even the pendulous air-roots reaching down their seventy-foot plummets for the touch of soil did not sway a hair’s breadth. The throb of the pulse set the rhythm for one’s steps. The silence, for a time, was as perfect as the breathlessness. ”
