Howl

"...those Salvation Army speechers howled right along in the noise and roar. The Lord this and the Lord that is all they kept sayin, and I don't remember exactly, except about burning in the fires of repentance and them talking to ever'body like they was sinners. Well, maybe ever'body do be sinners but it ain't innerestin on the street corner to hear it challenged, 'case there ain't nobody likely to step up and confess all his sins in front of the police-man that's always teeterin on his heels right there. What's I goin to explain to the police-man about the fire I started in Mr Otis' cornfield that cost him twenty dollars of feed and nobody ever knowed it was me? Well, no New York man that lives right there is goin to step up and tell how he threw his cigarette away and burned down the hospital in his block, and any such thing. Besides of which, why don't the speechers go into detail about their own sins they keep repentin and folks could work from there and judge."
~Jack Kerouac, Pic