“‘Yow!’
The boy’s ‘Yow!’ echoes across the field like the sound of a horn. They build a snowman and riddle it with snowballs, and now dusk is coming and March sky is mad and lowering with angry, purple clouds. In a moment the sun is going to break through and flame in all the windows of Galloway, the mill windows will be a thousand red flambeaux, something will slant across the skies and over the river.
‘Yow!’”

—Jack Kerouac, The Town and the City, 1950.