now the sound of the wind was bigger than the world , bigger than any sound she had ever heard before , and arnie was finally turning away from the hitchhiker to look at her ; he was turning in slow motion , his eyes widening almost comically , and even his voice seemed too loud , like thunder , the voice of zeus speaking to some poor mortal from behind a massy skystack of thunderclouds : 'leigh ... are you ... what the hell ?