"'Those who have been accustomed to the phraseology of modem writers, if they persist in reading this book to a conclusion (impossible!) will, no doubt, have to struggle with feelings of awkwardness; (ha! ha!
Ha ha ha!
An't that as nat'ral as walking, and as good for the health?
"Ha! ha!" she piped, "none know its secret but I, and I will never tell thee.
ha! ha!/" and the old hag writhed in ghastly merriment on the ground.
ha! ha!/ Once before a woman showed the chamber to a white man, and behold!
Ha ha ha!
You can't hide your beauty from a poor fellow; that's a comfort!'
Talking thus, they went upstairs, and presently we heard him in his bedroom thundering "Ha, ha, ha!" and again "Ha, ha, ha!" until the flattest echo in the neighbourhood seemed to catch the contagion and to laugh as enjoyingly as he did or as we did when we heard him laugh.
Jarndyce into some great volley of superlatives, or threw up his head like a bloodhound and gave out that tremendous "Ha, ha, ha!"
When we laughed, he threw up his head and shook his broad chest, and again the whole country seemed to echo to his "Ha, ha, ha!" It had not the least effect in disturbing the bird, whose sense of security was complete and who hopped about the table with its quick head now on this side and now on that, turning its bright sudden eye on its master as if he were no more than another bird.
"I knew that the Ha Ha!
productions had a fantastic cult following and that the creator Ben Langley had a good reputation in the industry.
And The Prince Of Leaves is the latest laugh-outloud production from the Ha Ha!
team, who had us rolling in the aisles with Ha Ha Holmes!, Ha Ha Hitler!
With that in mind, I've come up with a stirring song for Zaha, to the tune of the Laughing Policeman: "Za ha ha ha ha ha ha ha/Za ha ha ha ha ha!
" And so on and so forth.