Word: vagabonde
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...Vagabond's spirit slid down the scale like a planist's finger on a descending glissando. It sunk back into reality on the Esplanade where the crowd was chattering and chewing. Infinitely far up over in the east, a little star burned and its light pierced the haze and noise like a burnished steel point. The Vagabond stole away softly and followed...
...Vagabond crept out from behind a post and approached the pile carefully. He stumbled over a book. It was F. Wutenfeld's "Geschichte der Fatimiden Challfen" (Gottingen 1831). The figure came back dragging another corpse. He looked at the Vagabond, screamed and fainted. Again the Vagabond had detected the hireling of Lehman Hall rounding up the bodies of graduate students lost in Widener's stacks...
...Vagabond has passed through the turmoil of being finger-printed by the Bursar's minions and catalogued in the files of the Summer School like a rare bird's egg, with his collar dampened as much as his ardour and a fine healthy contempt for geographical distribution blanks, salmon-colored cards which the officials call pink, and courses which may or may not give him a half credit for an A.B. The Vagabond is a large man and impatient of all these peccadilloes. His spirit rides a swift charger and he would be off somewhere in the country, dawdling...
...vicissitudes of life have not changed the Vagabond's silent enjoyment in the little things in life. Starlight, cool freshly laundered sheets, a patch of cloud, an ember glowing in the night, a dish heaped high with spaghetti bologiese and the light on the faces of little children, give him a twinge of sweet pain as if he had reawakened some memory of the days when his immortal soul strayed through regions bathed in endless beauty on the journey from the outer spheres. The Vagabond is old in love and the world has taught him to keep...
Away up in his green copper crusted tower in Memorial Hall the Vagabond stirred uneasily on his crumby couch and dug his knuckles into smarting eyes to shut out the light. He yawned painfully, stretched his cramped limbs, and turned over...