heh-cha-cha

Updated: May 4, 2025

She was in the world of lonely things the flutter of twilight linnets, the aching call of gulls along a shore to which the netted foam crept out of darkness, the island of Aengus and the elder gods and the eternal glories that never were, tall kings and women girdled with crusted gold, the woful incessant chanting and the "Heh-cha-cha!" coughed Dr. Kennicott. She stopped.

Sinclair Lewis - Main Street