rhizomatous herb of India having aromatic seeds used as seasoning
He smelled the heavy musk-like perfume mingled with blood and the gummed exhalation of the animal's breath, all
cardamom and moss and ragweed odor in this huge night where the trees ran at him, pulled away, ran, pulled away, to the pulse of the hea
make an unsuccessful effort to vomit; strain to vomit
This dark land rising was like that day in his childhood, swimming, when from nowhere the largest wave in the history of remembering slammed him down in salt mud and green darkness, water burning mouth and nose,
retching his stomach, screaming!
the member of a bomber crew responsible for using the bombsight and releasing the bombs on the target
The bombardment was to all intents and purposes finished, once the jets had sighted their target, alerted their
bombardiers at five thousand miles an hour; as quick as the whisper of a scythe the war was finished.
an entrance equipped with a hatch; especially a passageway between decks of a ship
God! God! He dropped a book, broke pace, almost turned, changed his mind, plunged on, yelling in concrete emptiness, the beetle
scuttling after its running food, two hundred, one hundred feet away, ninety, eighty, seventy, Montag gasping, flailing his hands, legs up down out, up down out, closer, closer, hooting, calling, his eyes burnt white now as his head jerked about to confront the flashing glare, now the beetle was swallowed in its own light, now it was nothing but a torch hurtl...
a drawing of the outline of an object; filled in with some uniform color
He stopped for breath, on his way to the river, to peer through dimly lit windows of wakened houses, and saw the
silhouettes of people inside watching their parlor walls and there on the walls the Mechanical Hound, a breath of neon vapor, spidered along, here and gone, here and gone!
an edge tool for cutting grass; has a long handle that must be held with both hands and a curved blade that moves parallel to the ground
The bombardment was to all intents and purposes finished, once the jets had sighted their target, alerted their bombardiers at five thousand miles an hour; as quick as the whisper of a
scythe the war was finished.
He tried to piece it all together, to go back to the normal pattern of life a few short days ago before the sieve and the sand, Denham's Dentifrice, moth-voices, fireflies, the alarms and
excursions, too much for a few short days, too much, indeed, for a lifetime.