Word: hammock
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...composure. He would have loved to have been a sailor, but he gets seasick all the time, so he has to make do without actual water. But everything else is the same. In his home on the pier, a boardwalk fun house tilted 45 degrees, he sleeps in a hammock, serves coffee to plump lady guests, catches them tactfully by the knees when they slide off their tilted chairs, and paces the floor (with some difficulty on the uphill and a kind of run downhill...
...Stilts. Washington's Dulles International Airport, opened for business last week, is a gleaming glass and concrete monument dedicated to the abolition of the dread Last Mile in jet travel. The roof is a concrete hammock slung between rows of gracefully leaning concrete "trees"; everything else is glass, clear and untinted. More important, passengers emplaning at Dulles need walk only 150 feet to board the aircraft, although the plane is parked half a mile away...
...Vietnamese peasants; on his long, stringy hair he wears either a floppy jungle cap or a pith helmet covered with netting into which he thrusts camouflage appropriate to the terrain through which he is moving. His full field pack contains only a waterproof nylon sheet, a mosquito net, a hammock and some rope...
...iguana of the title is a giant lizard leashed under the veranda and clawing for its freedom-just as Shannon, the defrocked minister, is roped to a hammock during a mental crackup. Shannon and Hannah, the spinster, dominate the play, and break through to each other as they struggle with fetters of body and spirit. He tells her how he was locked out of his church for "fornication and heresy-in the same week." His revenge: loveless lecheries with teen-age girls, one of whom (Lane Bradbury) claws at his door with embarrassing anguish. Hannah tells him of pathetic fingertip...
When he is in his palace, the bishop of one of the largest Roman Catholic dioceses in the world rolls out of a hammock at 3:45 every morning and pads barefoot across the rough wood floor to wash in a bucket of cold water. Then, in a grey cassock, red skullcap, and big, gold pectoral cross, he hurries next door to the cathedral to say Mass. His congregation is a ragged handful of fishermen and their barefoot wives; their boats pull out after the service just as the sun is reddening the Amazon...