<p>After these secret scenes I chattered more than ever, going on volubly enough till one of our prodigious, palpable hushes occurred--I can call them nothing else--the strange, dizzy lift or swim (I try for terms!) into a stillness, a pause of all life, that had nothing to do with the more or less noise that at the moment we might be engaged in making and that I could hear through any deepened exhilaration or quickened recitation or louder strum of the piano</p>
<p>This is a pasage from the novel I am reading...I was wondering what do you think the rhetorical importance of (I try for terms!) and --I can call them nothing else-- is?</p>