Joyce Kilmer,
The Circus, and Other Essays and Fugitive Pieces
“ An alarm clock can, on occasion, preach a sermon that would arouse the envy of Savonarola. When the jaded reveler returns to his home at day-break, wastes ten minutes in a frantic attempt to awaken the elevator boy, and climbs, with cursing and gnashing of teeth, the eight flights of stairs that lead to his apartment, then nothing more sharply reminds him of his truancy than the voices of the [Pg 103] alarm clocks calling to each other in the bedrooms of his virtuous neighbors.Not even the laziest or the weariest man can hate the alarm clock as he does the factory whistle. ”
