"Noise” is a fuzzy word—a noisy one, in the statistical sense. Its
meanings run the gamut from the negative to the positive, from the
overpowering to the mysterious, from anarchy to sublimity. The negative
seems to lie at the root: etymologists trace the word to “nuisance” and
“nausea.” Noise is what drives us mad; it sends the Grinch over the edge
at Christmastime. (“Oh, the Noise! Noise! Noise! Noise!”) Noise is the
sound of madness itself, the din within our minds. The demented narrator
of Poe’s “The Tell-Tale Heart” jabbers about noise while he
hallucinates his victim’s heartbeat: “I found that the noise was not within my ears. . . . The noise steadily increased. . . . The noise steadily increased.” Alex Ross, The New Yorker
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