The main point of this theory is that, if it were true, we should be for ever confined to a jumble of ideas.
He followed her up a jumble of rocks to the top of the ridge.
We often find a mere jumble of letters.
She stared at the door, a confused jumble of emotions burning her eyes.
She hurried after him, glancing nervously at the jumble of rocks and trees.
It can be a jumble of voices: politicians and corporations, celebrities, religious figures, and opinion leaders, a million conversations in a single room.
He took her hand and led her across the camp, heading for a jumble of rocks.
A hundred yards ahead of them the infrequently used Jeep road became impassable in a washed-out jumble of stone.