Thursday, June 20, 2013

107 cae of les

                chapter  9
 looking back , elliott believred that the air in  cambriodge  , massachusett  , in january must be precisely equivalent to the air of murmansk , vorkhute , or nikel , russia , in the same monh ;  gulag bone - chilling . a wind sent from some cold hell wh ipped up the old cobblesstones  , sending trash  flying into  the dirty banks of snow . icicle four feet long and six   inches in diameter  hung from the storm windows , the low white sky  touched the rooftops , at night  , ice formed  along the sidewalk cracks and the yellow light of the lamops revealed high -water  content snow blown this way  and that  ,  born in the churning atlantic .
the students   came in in septemper , when the grass was green and the boats slipped sedately along   the chrles river , by the time they realized what they were in for , that thee bucolic scenes  odf septemper  wouldn't return until may , it was too late .
by now elliott had found  ways  to avoid the weather , seldom leaving his room   at MIT  with its damp towels hung over the radiator excpt to go to class  or the library  ,  this survival strategy limited him to the company of the all made denizens of his floors , however .

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