Word: windowful
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...bubble toward the surface, is compacted all the intricate machinery which labors to keep its actions under control. In a little cubicle reserved for him amid all this mechanism is the sole human occupant--Vag. There is room for only Vag there. He sits motionless at the single grilled window, staring out vacantly as he has done ever since The Descent early in January. His straight-focussed eyes gaze out through the crisscross grill which makes whatever he sees appear as if viewed through some huge bloodshot...
...fierce, misshapen reptile--possibly a Dodatmor throwback--slithers up to the window and stares maliciously at Vag with evil eyes. He opens his well-toothed jaws and measures the distance to Vag's head. There is a metallic crash as teeth meet the iron skull. Vicious fool, you cannot get Vag. See, Vag does not even blink. This is mere phantasmagoria compared to The Four encountered on The Bottom. They were truly fearsome, especially to one numbed with the icy breath of the Great Fear, one who cannot fight back. The Four had come at him--zing, zing, zing, zing...
...what's this? Water getting lighter, lighter; sunshine streaming through. A whole school of happy, normal-looking fish frolic past, inviting, luring, beckoning with their tails. A svelt mermaid wriggles by. Vag thaws a bit. Lighter and lighter. Then the upward motion stops, and the water drains off the window for the first time in a month. Heavy wrenches clatter against the door bolts. It loosens. A whisper of new air comes in. A whisper, then a hiss, a roar...
...injured fireman is Joseph C. Bedard, '40, who, witnesses said, was struck by debris and parts of the sofa hurled out of the window by his mates. He was rushed to the Cambridge city hospital in a police ambulance and found to have received severe back contusions. He was given treatment and held by the hospital for further observation...
...gazed through the window, watching the snowflakes whirl out of the blackness into the light that radiated from his room, following them as they curved past the panes and out of sight again. Large clots occasionally caught on the glass; began to melt, then dragged downward until they disappeared into a trail of water. Fleece piled up into triangles in the corners of the windowsill, slowly creeping up over the edges of the bottom panes, rounding off the window's squareness. There they hung, shining glazier's points, with their pale faces flattened against the panes, peering...