Anger flipped the reverse switch, and the memory spheres shot out of the vacuum, propelling the Emotions to the tops of the stacks, where they landed with a thunk.
Mr. Gopnik's car was sleek and black and the size of a bus, and the doors closed with that emphatic, discreet thunk that signaled a six-figure price tag.
Maybe you know this, when you open and close a car door, you know that thunk and you go BAM and you go that feels solid, that feels real, and then you get this tinny car that's like DING!