o-o-o-o-o-oh

Updated: May 16, 2025

Every thirty seconds or so the heaving, sliding mass would emit one of those explosive groans: "O-o-o-o-o-oh!" Then it would collapse, an avalanche would threaten to slide, and the living caryatids would shove and struggle. Said Madame Planchet, in her stage-whisper: "The serveece of the young god of beautee!" And my fancy took flight.

Upton Sinclair - They Call Me Carpenter