I do love the sound of ripping corn husks. The violence of the noise, the sustained popping and shoring of the silky organic threads, made me think of someone tearing up an expensive and potentially Italian set of trousers in a fit of madness that this person just might regret later.
Reif Larsen (2010). “The Selected Works of T. S. Spivet: A Novel”, p.23, Penguin