Word: beneath
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...running as fast as he could go, and, as he looked, people toppled slowly and fell like ninepins, full length on the pavement, like big cardboard boxes being dropped. . . . The acute angle of the horizon, squeezed between the houses, hurtled toward him. Beneath his feet it was night. A night of black cotton wool, shapeless and inorganic, while the sky was colorless, a ceiling, one more acute angle...
...from a water-lily growing in her lungs: this is both Vian's preposterous parody of the consumptive heroines who litter romantic tradition, and a real tragedy in the context of a world where orchids grow from the sidewalk. By the time Chloe dies, here eyes "two bluish marks beneath her brows," we are not laughing...
...wife interrupted me twice in my darkroom Saturday. Both interruptions were due to phone calls. As I walked with her sown the hall to the living room, I noticed her palor. The excess of flesh creeping beneath the clothes she wears. I imagined how her feet felt in her shoes. The call was from an associate agency. They think I'm on to something since. I'm not at the office on weekends anymore...
...shone through the closed drapes. The room was a mess. Outside the traffic had its finest hour. The dirty snow festooned the gutters running harmoniously in the dripping dirty water. The quite sound of water filled the room. Pale yellowish toes protruded from the end of the bed, from beneath a tattered blanket. Not that Scott was tall. He had just inched his way down the bed. He wanted to dabble his feet in the sound of running water...
October is a deathly month. The moon is pumpkin sized and vibrant. In a tiny room in Boston, on a night as black as Boston's sooty buildings, Scott lay beneath the blankets and watched the ceiling change color to the rhythm of Mirna's peaceful breathing. A man ran across a graveyard beneath a moon which changed into his mother's smiling face. The graveyard was full of rows of white crosses which pulled backwards beneath the running man's feet so that he made no progress. But he kept running. The moon kept smiling. Scott thought the moon...