ha-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ay

Updated: May 19, 2025

I understand how a man may rise on the stepping-stone of his defunct superior officer to higher things; but his dead self it won't do, Alfred; it won't do. But hark! that heavy sound breaks in once more, as if the clouds its echo would repeat. "Ha-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ay!" Who is he whose grief bears such an emphasis? whose phrase of sorrow makes the very lignum quiver in sympathy?

Joseph Furphy - Such Is Life