Функциональная роль метафор в романе “Winter`s tale” by Mark Helprin

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Приложение

Метафоры, основанные на природных явлениях:

1. He passed dark factories and deserted parks, and rows of little houses where wood just fired filled the air with sweet reassurance.
2. …the harbor took color with the new light, rocking in layers of green, silver, and blue. At the end of this polar rainbow, on the horizon, was a mass of white—the foil into which the entire city had been set—that was beginning to turn gold with the rising sun. The pale gold agitated in ascending waves of heat and refraction until it seemed to be a place of a thousand cities, or the border of heaven.
3. …the gold grew in intensity and seemed to cover half the world.
4. …and anyone entering it their approval was likely to vanish forever into the roaring clouds which swept over the mirrorlike waters.
5. Thirty marshals, state police, and Pinkerton agents disappeared permanently in the blinding white banks of speeding cloud.
6. The Baymen lived too close to the rushing infinity of the cloud wall.
7. … the unruly white wall shook their little houses in the reeds and the gales of winter piled snow on all the paths across the ice.
8. …the rich glistening color flowing thickly from their wet brushed.
9. Take any American city, in autumn, or in winter, when the light makes the colors dance and flow, and look at it from a distant hill or from a boat in the bay or on the river
10. …came the torrent. Its icy mass, frothing and dark, banged into Bat Charney’s feet, knocked out his false teeth, and jolted him forward into a fetal position.
11. …that warm rays make the air softer and yellower than butter
12. An even colder chill spread throughout the chamber.” When you go beyond those clouds,” said a sheepish pickpocket,” that’s it. You don’t come back. That’s dying, Pearly.”
13. The cloud wall, he said, did not remain in the same place. It went around the city “like one a them Moibus belts,” and oscillated along the ground. Sometimes it disappeared, bringing into view the rest of the country beyond
14. …it lifted like a stage curtain, disappearing wholly or partially into heaven. Sometimes it sank into the ground, leaving only silence and a sunny landscape
15. It was late spring; the air was warm; the fog kept low and made the city beyond look even more dreamlike than it might have looked on a clearer night.
16. Even the air was crowded with clouds and birds, fleeing together in the wind with unbent white energy.
17. For the cloud wall was quick enough to envelop eagles. But the Baymen could beat it even in canoes, their paddles pounding the water like great engines.
18. …when the chase was over, threw themselves into the water to cool off, the way a blacksmith plunges his hot iron into a bulbous tub to hiss and puff.
19. In fact, most of the time they wanted the cloud wall to act up, to sweep and scour the yellow bars and golden reeds, and light out over the water after them.
20. The three Baymen took note that the cloud wall  agitated about two miles in the distance. It thundered, churned, flowed, boiled, crackled, screamed, and sang—a rapids set perfectly on edge.
21. The light glistened and turned in front of their eyes; now gold, now red, now white or yellow; and tones arose from the water—tones like bells or oboes or the singing of choirs from unimagined worlds.
22. The Baymen felt the presence of something powerful and benevolent… the sound and light presaged a tidal wave of strong gold that someday would sweep over everything and collide with the wall.
23. They had heard of the omnipotent glow that would spread about the bays and the city, of the light that would make stone and steel translucent.
24. …the sounds erupting from all directions.
25. They broke through the gabardine waves of people and patrons ashing and dancing on the Bowery. The sun was setting, writhing and gesticulating in the imperfect black glass of uncountable windows.
26. …the snow swirled in sparkling chains, their motion suspended and stilled, as in the stars.
27. The wind shrieking across the drifts on the station roof turned the snow to white vapor that flattened into spinning vortexes.
28. A dozen fires burned, and the sweet winter woods scented the house with resin and cherry.
29. Finally, night and evening were solidly entrenched outside the house and inside wherever bright lamplight fought deep shadow.
30. Outside, the wind picked up in a sudden clear gale that had come unflinchingly from the north, descending quite easily from the pole,because all the ground between it and New York was white and windblown.
31. The trees bent despite their winter stiffness, and some, in desperation, knocked and scratched against the windows.
32. The fire leapt and bent, running in place like a frantic wheel, the windows rattled as the house breathed, and the trees scratched the glass now and then like dogs who scratch at doors.
33. So, that evening as the cold wind ripped up scrub in the park, as the stars ground into the sky their famous and inevitable tracks.
34. She was familiar with the vast billowing nebulae in which one filament of a wild and shaken mane carried in its trail a hundred million worlds.
35. …a column of wavy air came streaming from a nearby chimney and shuffled the heavenly artifacts.
36. They (stars) mean to me that the universe... growls, and sings. No, shouts.
37. It shouts (the universe), mixed voices, tones, a white and silver sound.
38. …the stars were buried.
39. …a driven lace of white cloud hid even the moon.
40. …darkness closed over the city as if someone had slammed shut the door of an icehouse.
41. …now only three were bending stars and sky with their viscous ribbons of heat.
42. … The moon saved him, for it cleared the eaves and shone down upon the glass, illuminating ten thousand hair-thin channels etched on the inner surface like orderly rime.
43. … Battalions of arctic clouds droned down from the north to bomb the state with low, to bleach it as white as young ivory, to mortar it with frost that  would last from September to May.
44. Lost in this white siege was the town of Lake of the Coheeries, which in comparison to the infinite, dazzling, never-ending lake that terminated, some people said, China, was about the size of a shoebox.
45. The lake itself ate up all the snow until mid-December.
46. That December the ice was empty and unmarred, as perfect as a mirror, and iceboats were able to wing about like martins and kingfishers.
47.   …dusk had fallen and the snow-covered fields were blue and violet.
48. …feeling as if their lives had been spent charging the ice, they awoke to a subzero dawn and a great commotion on deck.
49. …the ice seemed like a straight marble road.
50. Then the world seemed to collapse as the solidified river split in two for miles and the ship fell with a roar into a chasm of liberated water.
51. …the Lake of the Coheeries—twenty miles distant, silent, snow-covered, wider than the call of a French horn, shimmering on its horizon with white illusory waves, a separate kingdom of the unrecorded frontier.
52. The air was a mountain of crystal through which a bright moon shone.
53. The heat ran around half a dozen logs that hadbecome red cylinders of flame, changing their colors until they looked like six suns in a black universe of firebrick.
54. Their glow was an invisible wind that irradiated the room and froze the two men in place— like deer in a forest which is burning all around them, who lift their heads to the highest and brightest flames and look into a tunnel of white light.
55. …he wind and snow cover her, attack her.
56. …ice which maneuvered beyond the walls like a wild unopposed army.”
57. Distance and darkness converted an ebullient scene full of motion and glare into something sad and whole, and of another time.
58. Above them, in the cold, was a confused hiss of clouds and stars racing past in islands and lakes.
59. Fire, rain, sickness, cold, and death were everywhere spread through the dark as in a painting of hell
60. The atmosphere was full of the tangled gray trails that would mark future battles in the air; and the city’s children, released from school and trappedinside all day by sleet, were at wit’s end.
61. …torrents of leaves float in a rush of wind, flooding the air  with new depth, putting the scene under water, and banishing gravity.
62. … Lights of all colors sparkled in banks of blinking wildflowers.
63. All the stars that you can see in the sky don’t even make up the tip of a horn, or the lash of an eye. Their shaggy coats and rearing heads are formed of a curtain of stars, a haze, a cloud.
64. The stars are a mist, like shining cloth, and can’t be seen individually. The eyes of these creatures are wider than a thousand of the universes that we think we know.
65. She died on a windy gray day in March when the sky was full of darting crows and the world lay prostrate and defeated after winter.
66. He was not expecting the darkness to be shattered by a stunning explosion of light. But the perfect square of even white fire upon the wall seemed to have a heart and depth.
67. White light filled the room again, and then deferred to a small sketch entitled, “A Winter Scene in Brooklyn—How We Were.”
68. Cold wind raced along the narrow boulevards, jingling the frozen trees.
69. Winter clouds, small and tight, filtered through the ramparts like a river threading through a weir.
70. Flames could not be seen, only vast banks of illuminated smoke that coiled over the city in braids or swelled like mountains.
71. Lake was caught up in blinding white almost as if he were trapped in the backwash of a waterfall crashing into its thundering pool.
72. Silver light began to flood through the cracks where the cellar walls neared ground level.
73. Wind and voices were woven into an impenetrable shield.
74. It was the incandescent cloud wall in full agitation, moving toward Manhattan and pushing before it the lost and broken sound and light that would be swept along the island’s edge like amber and sparkling shells driven onto a beach in a necklace-making storm.
75. The wind began to rage from the south. Trees bent and their leaves shuddered in prolonged rushes.
76. Now the light began truly to flood. It was frightening. It burst upon the harbor in a blinding beam, and tracked toward the city.
77. The silver beam washed down the steps into the straw-filled room and flooded it with cool light.
78. The river had black wind lines penned across its face.
79. Beverly smiled, delighted at how the universe suddenly seemed to have become an artifact of the Belle Epoque—navy blue, dazzling, light, full of grace and joy, and as wonderful as the lucid moments before a rainstorm.
80. Thirty marshals, state police, and Pinkerton agents disappeared permanently in the blinding white banks of speeding cloud.

Метафоры, связанные с миром города и машин

1. Manhattan. It drew him like a magnet, like a vacuum, like oats, or a mare, or an open, never-ending, tree-lined road. He came off the bridge ramp and stopped short.
2. A thousand streets lay before him, silent but for the sound of the gemlike wind.
3. Sleds and wagons began to radiate from the markets, alive with the pull of their stocky dray horses, racing up the main streets, ringing bells.
4. …the new bridges, which had married beautiful womanly Brooklyn to her rich uncle, Manhattan; had put the city’s hand out to the country; and were the end of the past because they spanned not only distance and deep water but dreams and time.
5. Peter Lake shot left into the Tenderloin, where the streets were so tied up that he found himself stopped dead, trapped by a water tanker and several entangled carriages
6. The street was mortally choked and would need half an hour to revive. He dropped down and turned the horse around, intending to charge through the approaching phalanx and bump the blues.
7. …the theater was dark and overbrimming with dazzling blues and greens.
8. New York would not have shone without its legions of contrary devils polishing the lights of goodness with their inexplicable opposition and resistance.
9. It might even be said that criminals are a necessary component of the balanced equation which steadily and beautifully eats up all the time that is thrown upon its steely back.
10. That’s some sort of Hebrew thing. But yes, they are in Brooklyn, and in Manhattan too. They run through each other, and are overlaid.
11. The Avenues of the Nines and Twenties are coiled around one another like two copulating snakes. They run for thousands of miles.
12. Unable to see the land, they thought that America was a glowing island reaching infinitely high from the middle of a gentle sea.
13. Brooklyn had spoken off to the right with its church bells, klaxons, and boat horns.
14. The streets that ran up its sloping hills glittered and waved in the sun.
15. Steam issued from its stacks and raced up in doubling whitened plumes
16. Manhattan, a high narrow kingdom as hopeful as any that ever was, burst upon him full force, a great and imperfect steel-tressed palace of a hundred million chambers, many-tiered gardens, pools, passages, and ramparts above its rivers
17. The city was like war—battles raged all around, and desperate men were on the street in crawling legions
18. The entire city was a far more complicated wheel of fortune than had ever been devised. It was a close model of the absolute processes of fate, as the innocent and the guilty alike were tumbled in its vast overstuffed drum, pushed along through trap-laden mazes, caught dying in airless cellars, or elevated to platforms of royal view
19. The city was a box of fire, and he was inside, burning and shaking, pierced continually by  sights too sharp to catalog.
20. In other words, though money was impossible to get and impossible to keep, for everyone else it flowed in by the bucketful and stayed forever.
21. The fourth rule was that money liked to live in clean, shiny, colorful places of fine texture and alluring shadows.
22. …factories that pounded like hearts.
23.   …they had to weave for several hours through a labyrinth of streets, passages, alleys, and arcades, all exploding with life.
24. Little plumes of steam riffled through the palms, and surprise squirts of water and oil were spat out sideways from monstrous prestidigitating engines as large as a city square.
25. Engines had come alive, and lighted every corner, crowning themselves in plumes of smoke and steam.
26. They added to the body of the city not just muscle and speed, but a new life for the tireless ride to the future.
27. Steam in a honeycomb of tunnels, great engines to drive the dynamos, trains underneath the streets, and buildings built higher and higher, were a new world of and for mechanics.
28. Pennsylvania, an entire wilderness, became their smoking hearth. They stripped the forests just for frames to help the ironwork.
29. They worked in a huge shed that roared and glowed with dozens of fires and was littered with oily blackened tools of heavy steel. As the machines and flames sang together, they sounded like a percussion orchestra gone wild.
30. the great bridges. They flowed out over the rivers, and would have airy views and be alone forever.
31. A bridge,” he proclaimed,” is a very special thing. Haven’t you seen how delicate they are in relation to their size? They soar like birds; they extend and embody our finest efforts; and they utilize the curve of heaven.
32. They put down their tools and bent their heads, and with the fires singing behind them.
33. To be magnificent, a city cannot resemble a round cradled organ, a heart-or-kidney-shaped thing suffocated by a vast green body. It must project, extend, fling itself in all inviting directions over the water, in peninsulas, hills, soaring towers, and islands linked by bridges.
34. All was serene as engines idled and hissed, and no movement could be sensed.
35. The deep maze of the city, its winding streets, tumultuous avenues, and remote squares, circles, and courts with their teeming thousands, swallowed him up easily, and he became one of the great army of the unknown, the ragmen, the wanderers, the ones who cried on the street.
36. The city had grown upward into cliffs of silver boxes that flashed and glowed and shone out over the water in a rippled musical pattern.
37. The city shone in a bed of autumn blue to the north and west.
38. …the city was the head, in which were found the senses, expressions, brain, and fangs.
39. …a city that coiled around its own churches and squares in a weave of streets like a basket of nested snakes, a city of smooth silk hats and cool gray coats, of silent music played tin flashing cloud light, of delirious green trees, of stores that led to secret tunnels, of clear days, and crystal palaces, and endless portraits ever arising.

Метафоры, отображающие эмоции персонажей, характеризующие их

1. This was a good joke, this defiance which made his heart beat in terror.
2. Peter Lake’s heart beat so hard that it made his body jerk.
3. They had been chasing Peter Lake for three years. They hunted him from one season to the next.
4. …the police were forcing their way through the orchestra pit. Beguiled by the magic of the footlights, the horse discovered the glories of the theater and wanted some time to try out various facial expressions.
5. But the Short Tails were themselves so capable and knowing that they used the angles and lines of the maze, and the fluid roads and rivers, with a ratlike expertise of runs and burrows.
6. The Short Tails had a terrible air of inevitability…and anyone entering it their approval was likely to vanish forever into the roaring clouds which swept over the mirrorlike waters.
7. Pearly’s eyes were electric lights.
8. He wanted to smash their assumptions and confound their innocence.
9. Their eyes darted…
10. …he stepped back, enwrapped in the color gravity....
11. To comfort his wounded color gravity, Pearly’s men went out to get him emeralds, gold, and silver. He didn’t speak for days, until the warmth of the gold and the visual clatter of the fine silver healed him.
12. His eyes were swallowed up by the loom of streets that Pearly had opened to him for just that instant.
13. Blacky Womble choked and his eyes collapsed into his face.
14. Words of protest gushed out of his mouth.
15. Any more resistance from him, as well he knew, and out would pour rivers of orange flame flaring into hot golden tongues to lash at the newly burning world.
16. “Water!” he said to Bat Charney. At first they nearly collapsed, but soon they were snake-dancing through the tunnel, going faster than they would have thought possible
17. …a thousand souls began to descend from the gangway into the new land.
18. For him, thick tongue-tied stump that he was…
19. And he made a conscious effort to narrow his eyes, which, as if to match his mouth, had become the size of half-dollars.
20. Peter Lake discovered, was why people hated him. He got things done, and there was no hesitation about him. Others, weighted by ambivalence and uncertainty, envied someone who knew what he was meant to do and why—as if he had had a few centuries to solve the normal problems of existence and had then turned his attention to bridge building.
21. Mootfowl became deeply despondent, and lay all day, dejected, on top of his enormous tool trolley, staring at the skylight ablaze with the sun.
22. With the two automobiles a long way behind, the white horse flew in great sinuous bounds, sailing through the air in a breathtaking flash of muscle.
23. Chases and struggles tire the heart and require long bouts of deep sleep.
24. Both Harry Penn and Chester Satin felt that the pictures were sure to come sizzling through the plaster and shame them forever.
25. She was slim, but she burned up all her food faster than the fireplaces swallowed up logs.
26. …she was familiar with the vast billowing nebulae in which one filament of a wild and shaken mane carried in its trail a hundred million worlds.
27. Peter Lake wondered how to pray.  Mootfowl had often made them pray, but they had just knelt and faced the fire, staring at the suns and worlds that danced within it. There was no fire in the Maritime Cathedral, just the pure cold light that washed the great weeping colors from the windows.
28. He often felt that the horse was a heroic statue, a huge bronze whose job was to guard some public field without moving.
29. …she should have been totally silent and held her breath, hoping that the fever would run blindly throughout the house unable to find her and then crash out a window to dissipate in the snow.
30. She opened the keyboard cover and out flashed a smiling monster of soft ivory.
31. She was standing at the back of the stairs, in a harsh northern light that softened in the golden mist of her disarrayed hair.
32. Peter Lake sometimes stole big horse-choker diamonds; white, yellow, or rose. And during the lovely hours before his rendezvous with the fence, he spent much time entranced by the light dancing through them.
33. Athansor came bursting out of the side of the ship, his hooves thundering on the ramp.
34. Cecil Mature turned in alarm, unslit his eyes to see who was calling, and then, in an attempt to run down the street, made his little sausagelike legs into an invisible windmill.
35. But now they were entombed in a nerve dream…
36. By spring, Beverly’s soul had ascended…
37. He would never drive from his mind the things she said before she died—ravings about scarves that were songs, torrents of silver sparks, stags with voices like horns, and feasts in fields of black light where the dandelions were suns.
38. There was something in the air, and as the white horse grew more and more alert, astonishing memories began to flood his heart.
39. Finally Athansor tore through the roof of the clouds.
40. Peter Lake tumbled through the world of white. And then, entirely forgotten, he vanished deep into its infinite fury.

Сравнительные конструкции, основанные на метафоре

1. …the snow-lined spars looked like long black groves of pine.
2. He moved like a dancer, which is not surprising: a horse is a beautiful animal.
3. …the white horse moved south toward the Battery, which was visible down a long narrow street as a whitened field that was crossed by the long shadows of tall trees.
4. …in the silence that made his own breathing seem like the breaking of distant surf.
5. …they began to pound harder and harder and he could feel a slight trembling in the ground, as if another horse were going by.
6. The horse’s heart was thundering as he saw the dozen men throw themselves at the fence, like a squad of soldiers. Their cruelty projected from them like sparks jumping a gap.
7. He loved to run. He was like a big white bullet.
8. …they flew through the arch like a circus animal slipping through a hoop.
9. The horse looked like a war monument sprung to life.
10. Peter Lake spurred the horse again, and extended his right arm like a lance, pointing it at the motionless officer.
11. The musicians kept on playing, though they did slur as they saw the tremendous head and body of the horse speeding at them from the darkness, like a white jack-o’-lantern mounted on the front of a locomotive.
12. He threw out his chest like a parade horse.
13. But he had many strategies to see him through the deadly traps of the wintry city, and schemes bloomed in front of him like rising storm clouds, opening their arms, willing to be embraced.
14. …and anyone entering it their approval was likely to vanish forever into the roaring clouds which swept over the mirror like waters.
15. The enormous officer behind him had obvious trouble keeping the subject’s face toward the camera, and he grasped Pearly’s hair and beard as if he were holding an agitated poisonous snake.
16. His eyes were like razors and white diamonds.
17. Pearly Soames’ scar was like a white trough reticulated with painful filaments of cold ivory.
18. When he returned, he found Pearly gazing into his face, all set for business, as calm and sober as a laundry clerk on the day after Christmas.
19. …that the wealth of great kingdoms was all around them, filtering through the streets of lower Manhattan like a tide in the reeds.
20. His hair was meshed about his ears in frightening whorls much like the path of Sarganda Street.
21. Pearly’s eyes. They were pointed like spires, serrated like long mountain ranges or institutional bread knives, crescent-shaped like scimitars, as sharp as finely honed scalpels, as strong as bayonets.
22. Upstate dams were overflowing as steadily as power looms vomiting out silver brocade.
23. They heard the water explode into the silt chamber, and felt the displaced air rushing past them like a hurricane.
24. …they were shot from the mouth of the shaft (which they had left open) like cannonballs, or, rather, like a long cannonball and a trailing bunched-up wad.
25. He watched all hundred Short Tails turn white, as if he had drawn a Venetian blind.
26. The cloud wall, he said, did not remain in the same place. It went around the city “like one a them Moibus belts,” and oscillated along the ground. Sometimes it disappeared, bringing into view the rest of the country beyond.
27. ..it lifted like a stage curtain, disappearing wholly or partially into heaven. Sometimes it sank into the ground, leaving only silence and a sunny landscape
28. The miniature City of Justice darted on the waves like a pony as it drifted in and out of whirling eddies in the tidal race between Brooklyn and Manhattan.
29. No one saw it as it sailed amid the full-sized harbor traffic, on several occasions escaping being crushed like an egg beneath the bows of huge barges and steamships.
30. For the cloud wall was quick enough to envelop eagles. But the Baymen could beat it even in canoes, their paddles pounding the water like great engines.
31. The light glistened and turned in front of their eyes; now gold, now red, now white or yellow; and tones arose from the water—tones like bells or oboes or the singing of choirs from unimagined worlds.
32. …as a cloud wall laid flat, like a boiling carpet.
33. …the Baywomen, wore clothes that made them look like silky-skinned jungle birds.
34. …his head felt like a copper caldron that had been thrown down the stairs.
35. The city was like war—battles raged all around, and desperate men were on the street in crawling legions.
36. The city was a box of fire, and he was inside, burning and shaking, pierced continually by  sights too sharp to catalog.
37. …factories that pounded like hearts.
38. The brows and crown protruded as if to burst.
39. As the machines and flames sang together, they sounded like a percussion orchestra gone wild.
40. As soon as they finished, Mootfowl sprang up like a steel spring.
41. Confidence, energy, and rascality radiated from him as if he had a marching band in his heart.
42. His arrogant tail strutted back and forth over flanks that were like big white apples.
43. The horse then turned to look at him, and, he saw, with a chill, that the eyes were infinitely deep, opening like a tunnel to another universe.
44. In a rank of trees through which a cold wind was blowing, he looked into the eyes of a horse. And as if they were all alone on some vast and snowy field upstate, the city stilled.
45. Suddenly he froze, like a stag in the bush who hears a faraway breaking of branches.
46. …the city’s pulsating lights were like stars.
47. …the distant avenues and high plumes of steam that curled and twisted were like the star roads themselves.
48. The city is like an engine…
49. He felt like a child who imagines that he is soon to be eaten by a huge unfriendly animal that lives in the dark.
50. Her golden hair was lit so brilliantly in a crosslight that iteared to be burning like the sun.
51. The fire leapt and bent, running in place like a frantic wheel, the windows rattled as the house breathed, and the trees scratched the glass now and then like dogs who scratch at doors.
52. The room, as she saw it, was a web of motion, a symphony of mischievous dancing particles quite like the smooth and placid notes of a fine concerto.
53. Now there were only inexplicable shards of busy light seeking her out as if they were courtiers.
54. With amazing speed, the chickens became white snowy bones, the potatoes vanished forever, and the wine disappeared from its bottles as if a magician were at the table. Then the fruit fled from around its pits, and the cakes rapidly became invisible.
55. To Beverly, fires and tight rooms were like a death sentence.
56. …north wind came awash over them like a fall of icy water.
57. …she carried on as if she were in a blooming garden late in spring.
58. With her face open to the bitter cold of the clear sky, she could track across the Milky Way, ticking off stars and constellations like a child naming the states.
59. The light is silent, but then it clashes like cymbals, and arches out like a fountain, to travel and yet be still.
60. The legion of consumptives lay upon the rooftops that night in bitter cold as the wind came down from the north like a runner in lacrosse, violent and hard, to batter every living thing.
61. The white horse sat down on his haunches, like a dog, and watched too.
62. …darkness closed over the city as if someone had slammed shut the door of an icehouse.
63. …powerful winds began to move through the park like big trains long overdue from Canada.
64. She sweated as if she had 105, and feared that, though the fever might have gone away, her flirtation with steam and hot water had invited it back.
65. That December the ice was empty and unmarred, as perfect as a mirror, and iceboats were able to wing about like martins and kingfishers.
66. They tracked their ways across the flawless glass like glaziers’ cutting wheels.
67. Isaac Penn pranced about like a mad goat.
68. When he entered, he shielded his eyes against the light, which came at him throbbing like a drum, and he walked around as if he were a cinch bug, making little circles, stopping short stubbornly.
69. In fact, she was a study in equanimity, as tranquil as the steady subdued gray of the low roof of clouds.
70. . Their eyes and faces were as mobile as changing light upon a mottled sandbar when clear water agitates above it.
71. …feeling as if their lives had been spent charging the ice, they awoke to a subzero dawn and a great commotion on deck.
72. …the ice seemed like a straight marble road.
73. …his stomach smothered the police blotter like a small hippo reclining upon a pocket Bible.
74. Their glow was an invisible wind that irradiated the room and froze the two men in place— like deer in a forest which is burning all around them, who lift their heads to the highest and brightest flames and look into a tunnel of white light.
75. …ice which maneuvered beyond the walls like a wild unopposed army.
76. Then events began to speed up, as if an engine were determined to pull the year from its trough and was running as fast and hard as the stokers could lay on more coal.
77. Here Isaac Penn was drowned out by a sound that rose from beneath them as if it were a thick misty cloud.
78. The view changed, as if they were flying past it, and they felt like birds gliding above quiet streets and deep canyons that were mysteriously three-dimensional.
79. The machines themselves were as big as office buildings, olive green, gray, and blue, and lacquered to a shine.
80. …burning city that was not consumed, a city that thrashed like an animal and yet did not move, a city suspended in the air.
81. The stars are a mist, like shining cloth, and can’t be seen individually. The eyes of these creatures are wider than a thousand of the universes that we think we know.
82. And then he died, as if he had been snatched away by some great thing that had been passing at unimaginable speed.
83. Dust was trapped in the slanted beam of arc-light like a herd of buffalo embarrassed by the intruding lamp of a locomotive, and the particles scattered about the huge hall, transforming it into a universe of mobile stars.
84. There were hundreds of these lights, as graceful as schooners but as fast as express trains, tracing lines in the darkness with a remarkable purposefulness.
85. Lake was caught up in blinding white almost as if he were trapped in the backwash of a waterfall crashing into its thundering pool.
86. …one high window began to frost over as if it were plated with ice and taking the full blast of a beaming December moon.
87. This light grew stronger, like the dawn, but it was much faster, and it had no warm halftones, blood colors, yellows, or oven-whites.
88. Peter Lake could feel Athansor’s inner powers as if they were huge engines and whining turbines.
89. Athansor’s energy was now so intense that the walls of the stable vibrated like a station shed into which six locomotives had come in train.