Word: fish
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...prominent outdoorsman whose wilderness-survival courses at Michigan State University draw capacity enrollment. Risk trippers are allowed to take only a blanket, sleeping gear, two candy and two meat bars. One survivor recalls that last year an eleven-member expedition to Garden Island for two weeks subsisted on 36 fish, 29 rabbits and three ducks, plus wild herbs, wintergreen and Euell Gibbons staples...
...foot. From a parked green Capri, the two flat-landers later seen by the source stared at us in a not altogether pleasant manner, and they were big and ugly and smelt sort of funny so I gave the biggest and ugliest of them--a bulging, pale fish-eyed creature with sweated-back hair and a dim-witted, monotone voice--a warm beer. He smiled...
...population customarily gathered in great numbers either out of doors for parades, public concerts, fish fries, political picnics, social outings, or indoors in meeting halls, vaudeville theaters, operas, ballrooms. There seemed to be no entertainment that did not involve great swarms of people. Trains and steamers and trolleys moved them from one place to another. That was the style, that was the way people lived. Women were stouter then. They visited the fleet carrying white parasols. Everyone wore white in summer. Tennis racquets were hefty and the racquet faces elliptical. There was a lot of sexual fainting. There were...
...beauty. "It's the kind of thing that makes you believe in a god." To Police Chief Brody the shark is an invincible nightmare of violence and guts, a glittering evil intelligence that forces him into the ring to defend the good town of Amity. Brody senses that the fish is supernatural too, not as God's work, but as God's vengeance wreaker. "The fish is too much for us. It's not real, not natural. All we can do is wait until God or nature or whatever the hell is doing this to us decides...
Quint, the shark catcher, initially dismisses his partners' charges of divine intelligence or beauty as hogwash. "Don't make him out to be more than he is. He's just a dumb garbage bucket." But as the chase goes on, he finds himself more drawn to the fish, almost hypnotized into the death duel. "Brody saw fever in Quint's face--a heat that lit up his dark eyes, an intensity that drew his lips back from his teeth in a crooked smile, an anticipation that strummed the sinews in his neck and whitened his knuckles." To Quint the fish...