My Skeleton Knows. It Tells Me. I Tell You.

"Charles Halloway took a breath, shut his eyes, and said:
    'How do I know this? I don't! I feel it. I taste it. It was like old leaves burning on the wind two nights ago. It was a smell like mortuary flowers. I hear that music. I hear what you tell me, and half what you don't tell me. Maybe I've always dreamt about such carnivals, and was just waiting for it to come so's to see it once, and nod. Now, that tent show plays my bones like a marimba.
    'My skeleton knows. 
   ' It tells me.
   'I tell you.'"
                      -Ray Bradbury, Something Wicked This Way Comes. p.201