“Good morning! Good morning!”

… suddenly, here…, in imitation of the local inhabitants, I am transformed into a veritable geyser of good mornings. That’s all anybody around that place know how to say–they feel the sunshine on their faces, and it just sets off some sort of chemical reaction: Good morning! Good morning! Good morning! sung to half a dozen different tunes!

Philip Roth. Portnoy’s Complaint.

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