“Their hearts must be husks, ” he sneered inwardly, as he observed the antics of the young parents around him, “shrivelled by the demands of these mewling offspring! ”
He doubled up mewling. The cigarette case fell to the floor. He backed against the wall and his hands jerked back and forth convulsively. His breath fought to get into his lungs. He was sweating.
And I wept for six months, and I mewled around and pewled around, and she kept harassing me until, finally, I went under the house with a book of poetry, and I tried to speak, and I had voice.