flat as a pancake

By the time it concluded with a sing-a-long of “XO,” Beyoncé had done the rare thing.

Now-a-days it is the bankrupt who flouts, and his too confiding creditors who are jeered and laughed at.

Why not have sought out the pure white lime-rocks of the flat country, or the grey granite of the hills?

He felt himself the meanest, vilest thing a-crawl upon this sinful earth, and she—dear God!

All that scientific bric-a-brac in the cupboard had far better be thrown away.

Then the roof itself, with its gables and dormer windows, softly folded itself flat down upon the top of the house, out of sight.