Word: skullful
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...entire roving bands of the dangerously sick, such as the charming kids who took a stroll in New York's Central Park last week. These white teenagers, armed with baseball bats, went on a depraved spree one afternoon, attacking passersby and savagely beating them, leaving five men hospitalized with skull fractures. Curiously enough, robbery was not the motive: no one knows what they were after, and the gang still has not been apprehended. Their little jaunt is not the first act of seemingly senseless violence, urban or otherwise, and it will not be the last, but it is nonetheless notable...
...month, on the days when the welfare checks arrive in the mail--and watching with a sort of morbid curiosity as a crew of teenagers begins harassing a crippled wino as he staggers his way into the local pawn shop to barter away his past for a pint of skull-buster. How the other half lives, and all that, and you turn back to your newspaper. But then you realize that it's not what's outside the station that is so depressing...
...remembered, as I sat paralyzed, the pink-rose ridges on the inside of the skull, and how from here on down (she made a gesture just above her forehead) "his head was so beautiful. I tried to hold the top of his head down, maybe I could keep it in ... but I knew he was dead." It was all told tearlessly, her wide eyes not even seeing me, a recitative to herself...
...people dying. What we saw, I now no longer believe-except that my scribbled notes insist I saw what I saw. There were the bodies: the first, no more than an hour out of Loyang, lying in the snow, a day or two dead, her face shriveled about her skull; she must have been young; and the snow fell on her eyes; and she would lie unburied until the birds or the dogs cleaned her bones. The dogs were also there along the road, slipping back to their wolf kinship, and they were sleek, well-fed. We stopped to take...
...Music, developed a meningioma, a benign tumor on the surface of her left temporal lobe; to remove it, her neurosurgeon thought, would be a morning's easy routine in St. Luke's Hospital in New York City. But when the surgeon set to work, opening the skull and cutting for the growth, the girl's brain turned into a monster, swelling uncontrollably. Angry and desperate, the surgeon eventually closed her incision, certain that the patient would soon die. But for reasons as inexplicable as its rampage, the brain slowly recovered-damaged, but still eminently serviceable. Although...