Word: groan
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Above the European city's sleepless roar that throbs across the city's zoo, rises every night a roar of animal voices, voices from Africa and Asia, from the polar ice, the plains of Tanganyika, the primeval forests of Borneo. Lions groan and tigers moan. Elephants trumpet like thunder. Wolves howl, hyenas laugh, monkeys screech. But all cry the same thing: "How long must we remain captive? What have we done that we should suffer so horribly? Why are we here? Why?" Sleepy humans do not answer, do not even hear...
...natural good spirits, the Vagabond has been feeling of late that the ruby of the sunset was only a garnet and the emerald of the sea was but green glass. He has suffered from the "weariness the fever, and the fret. Here, where men sit and hear each other groan." He has sought comradeship in vain. The Jester has been in seclusion, incubating puns on the Shanghai situation. George Bernard Shaw has climbed off the apple cart to mount the band-wagon of reform (thereby adding another name to the firm of Wells, Russell, and Mencken, Ltd., Odd-jobbers Specializing...
...when he really admired work. It would manifest itself in two ways. You would be reading at one end of the room and he at the other. It would be a new book he was reading?or perhaps a Flaubert, a Turgenev or a Maupassant. He would begin to groan and roll about on the couch where he was extended. After a time he would say: 'What is the use? I ask you what is the use of writing? When this fellow can write like this. There's no room for us.' He would go on groaning. Then he would...
...apartment here, a week or more old, and read the wisecracks without looking at the dates. you copied an article in the division called People, from the Herald Tribune to the effect that Hendrik van Loon, Hendrik Willem van Loon to be exact, had arrived in America and groaned at the prospect of his son's becoming an interpretative dancer (TIME, July 20). And that son you called Hendrik Willem van Loon Jr. That's all very well except for two mistakes, first of all Hendrik van Loon is not at all displeased...
...celebrated the funeral of Efrem Todor, peasant. The village priest stood by his coffin, said calmly: "And he leaves all his property to the Church." Angrily all Efrem Todor's relatives rose up, protested bitterly that he did no such thing. From the coffin came a loud groan, a sound of splintering wood. Efrem Todor sat up. The priest fled in confusion, the villagers cheered...