And in her ears the little
Seashells, the thimble radios tamped tight, and an electronic ocean of sound, of
music and talk and music and talk coming in, coming in on the shore of her
unsleeping mind.
The small crystal bottle of sleeping-tablets which earlier today had been filled
with thirty capsules and which now lay uncapped and empty in the light of the tiny
flare.
He hung up his black-beetle-coloured helmet and shined it, he hung his flameproof
jacket neatly; he showered luxuriously, and then, whistling, hands in pockets, walked
across the upper floor of the fire station and fell down the hole.
But he knew his mouth had only moved to say hello, and then when
she seemed hypnotized by the salamander on his arm and the phoenix-disc on his
chest, he spoke again.
With the brass nozzle in his fists, with this great python spitting its venomous
kerosene upon the world, the blood pounded in his head, and his hands were the
hands of some amazing conductor playing all the symphonies of blazing and burning
to bring down the tatters and charcoal ruins of history.
a white crystalline powder (trade name Ethocaine) administered near nerves as a local anesthetic in dentistry and medicine
Three seconds later the
game was done, the rat, cat, or chicken caught half across the areaway, gripped in
gentling paws while a four-inch hollow steel needle plunged down from the proboscis
of the Hound to inject massive jolts of morphine or procaine.
a dog used for hunting typically having large drooping ears
The Mechanical Hound slept but did not sleep, lived but did not live in its gently
humming, gently vibrating, softly illuminated kennel back in a dark corner of the
firehouse.