The crawling insect, Buckner, who edits the Hurrah, is braying about his business with his customary imbecility, and imagining that he is talking sense.
And now you could hardly hear the song of the Lion; there was so much cawing, cooing, crowing, braying, neighing, baying, barking, lowing, bleating, and trumpeting.
While you had a kind of pack of braying men getting drunk and bidding on auction items and harassing and sexually assaulting the women, the drunker they got.