He may go down in history as the Orwellian Big Brother president. . . .
At this moment the entire group of people broke into a deep, slow, rhythmic chant of 'B-O! .... B-O! .... B-O!'—over and over again, very slowly, with a long pause between the 'B' and the 'O'—a heavy murmurous sound, somehow curiously savage, in the background of which one seemed to hear the stamps of naked feet and the throbbing of tom-toms. For perhaps as much as thirty seconds they kept it up. It was a refrain that was often heard in moments of overwhelming emotion. Partly it was a sort of hymn to the wisdom and majesty of Barack Obama, but still more it was an act of self-hypnosis, a deliberate drowning of consciousness by means of rhythmic noise.
