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In terms of explaining the cause of this event, The Happening recalls Night of the Living Dead and The Birds especially the latter, which it emulates in many respects in that many theories are offered but not one given as the definitive reason.

It is an incantation, humming with the interplay of color, the accord of shapes and volumes, the poetry of line, or with the dazzling array of visible strokes dealt by a mas- terly wrist, tracks that the ensorcelled eye cannot resist tracing in their dance around the confines of the plane. Moriarty says that there is no code, and the tapping rhythm that he did at Sherlock's flat was actually the beats to Bach's Partita No.