1 These drums beat out just the same rhythms.
Brave New World By Aldous HuxleyContext In Chapter VII 2 Up there, in Malpais, the drums were being beaten.
Brave New World By Aldous HuxleyContext In Chapter VII 3 The drums stopped beating, life seemed to have come to an end.
Brave New World By Aldous HuxleyContext In Chapter VII 4 But now he had these words, these words like drums and singing and magic.
Brave New World By Aldous HuxleyContext In Chapter VIII 5 Then again the drums; and once more the men's deep savage affirmation of their manhood.
Brave New World By Aldous HuxleyContext In Chapter VII 6 She too had poetry at her command, knew words that sang and were spells and beat drums.
Brave New World By Aldous HuxleyContext In Chapter XIII 7 A few drops fell, and suddenly the drums broke out again into a panic of hurrying notes; there was a great shout.
Brave New World By Aldous HuxleyContext In Chapter VII 8 Like drums, like the men singing for the corn, like magic, the words repeated and repeated themselves in his head.
Brave New World By Aldous HuxleyContext In Chapter VIII 9 A sound of subterranean flute-playing came up and was almost lost in the steady remorseless persistence of the drums.
Brave New World By Aldous HuxleyContext In Chapter VII 10 Sometimes the pulsing of the drums was all but inaudible, at others they seemed to be beating only just round the corner.
Brave New World By Aldous HuxleyContext In Chapter VII 11 A few long notes and silence, the thunderous silence of the drums; then shrill, in a neighing treble, the women's answer.
Brave New World By Aldous HuxleyContext In Chapter VII 12 Outside, in the other room, the Savage was striding up and down, marching, marching to the drums and music of magical words.
Brave New World By Aldous HuxleyContext In Chapter XIII 13 At the further end of the room was another doorway, through which came a shaft of sunlight and the noise, very loud and close, of the drums.
Brave New World By Aldous HuxleyContext In Chapter VII 14 The President stood up, made the sign of the T and, switching on the synthetic music, let loose the soft indefatigable beating of drums and a choir of instruments--near-wind and super-string--that plangently repeated and repeated the brief and unescapably haunting melody of the first Solidarity Hymn.
Brave New World By Aldous HuxleyContext In Chapter V