Some sorta phosphate bone thing, this
Tullio persona guy, famed Tullio phenomenon, among
whose symptoms persistent identifiably prescient alending out its diagnosis as phonocaused this vertiginuous fabled vertigo of Tullio
listing spate of equilibrium loss being
the easy quease of still feeling motion sickness or nauseè actuel, acquired thru windborn normal everyday sounds, though oft in actu associated with startlenoise clap of blast like blasting cap, though loud volume itself lacks factoral necessity for ranging wide be the eary tiltmaking phenomena like babyrattle scrunch of cellophanic substance or cashier coin counters dropping clink of metal tossed as annoying phones ring while sudden doorknock knocks occur as does out of blue music blaring to loud sounds of children playing and even the voice of Tullio himself examples what’s typical of this. The presence of Tullio may also mean that darty eyes from side to side, the argonautic god Nystagmus arrives whose irrational rotational forced gimpy quickgaze glimpse is set off by sound, as was writ, “giving the sufferer the impression that the world is tipping, clockwise or anticlockwise, depending on the site of the dehiscence.” A reported tilt being above and beyond scant 15° athwart the ecliptic equinox of equapoise hiccup. Good time to quake and tremble by means of a ‘dies irae’ like that of old Verdi or better yet some howling mob in streets begging for bread,
a societally enhanced disequilibrium dread sure to leave bent one’s
pressure within the middle ear,
bad as parachuting for fun or diving for sponge,
as did aeons ago the ancient sea-kin in the sunkissed Agean abode of the great unknown yet deaf Tullio!
