po-o-st

Updated: May 6, 2025

Away in the street itself, a boy was calling the newspaper: " 'NING POST! 'NING PO-O-ST!" It was a long, melancholy howl, and seemed to epitomise the whole of the dark, wet, secretive, thickly-inhabited night. A figure passed the window of Aaron's own house, entered, and stood inside the room talking to Mrs. Sisson. It was a young woman in a brown mackintosh and a black hat.

D. H. (David Herbert) Lawrence - Aaron's Rod