Onomatopoeia - It's just so fun to say!

"The air was drowsy with the murmur of bees and helicopters." (Page 30)

Chapter 3 opens with the tour continuing. BAM! Next stop on the list: reviewing the sexual games the children play at around ages 7 or 8 in the garden. This is disturbing to read about on so many levels. I understand that I have to be mature and open-minded when reading something as controversial as this, but I am simply disgusted. As I've blogged previously, Huxley can paint a scene (OOH!  AWW!) in a way that seems almost effortless, and he utilizes every literary device available to him. In that repertoire of literary genius is onomatopoeia which, ironically, is just as fun to say as the words it describes. FIZZLE! In this particular excerpt, the word "murmur" is the focus, but the intriguing bit of the sentence is the use of the word "drowsy." It's not often a word associated with the air on a nice day, but I fully understand what it entails. This air is almost plagued by the noises breaking the silence that must have inhabited it at one point in history. BUZZ!