the distance around something, especially a person's body
“Forty-three, forty-four, forty-five...” His bed marked where he had begun, but no matter how many steps he took, he could not get around the girth of the trunk to reach it again.
“Ah, yes. It is new. The company gave it to me, for my service. The finest wool. When you are ready, meet me on the platform.” He turned and marched from the room, the cape billowing behind him.
He stopped every few steps, examining the novelties: the bellies of gigantic fronds, the luminescent wings of insects, bird feathers, and pods that had dropped from the canopy.
He stopped every few steps, examining the novelties: the bellies of gigantic fronds, the luminescent wings of insects, bird feathers, and pods that had dropped from the canopy.
The rhinoceros beetle moved closer. When it was inches from Neftalí, it folded its front legs, and lowered its hideous head, as if it were deferring to him. Then it made a tiny squeak.
estimate the nature, quality, ability or significance of
An eagle sat on a limb high above his head, looking down on him.
Neftalí was afraid to move, afraid to startle it. He watched it turn its head as if appraising the forest, preen its chest, and shake out its feathers.
An eagle sat on a limb high above his head, looking down on him.
Neftalí was afraid to move, afraid to startle it. He watched it turn its head as if appraising the forest, preen its chest, and shake out its feathers.
“You are nothing more than a brittle twig,” he barked. “And this obsession with books will not make you vigorous! Have we not talked about this time and again? Do you want to be a scatterbrain for the rest of your life?”
“You need to be outside instead of squandering good weather. Now run and play with the other boys. And none of your diversions. Join the games and let them make a man of you.”
Then he turned and walked to the corner of the yard. Where was the opening? He cleared away the brambles until he found the spot, now jammed with leaves and mud.
The hand reappeared and nudged a toy sheep through the gap. Neftalí picked it up. The wheels on which the sheep had once rolled were gone. The wool was matted and yellowed.
As the seasons changed, the sheep became Neftalí’s devoted companion. In the fall, he buried his head in its wool to protect himself from the boys at school, who chased him and pelted him with acorns.