Outside, a youth without protection scampers
crablike between sidewalk tables and chairs, holding a book over his head.
For all the typically tortuous syntax, for all its tentative and
crablike approach to affirmation, there is plainly here the will to project Literature in the light we have already noted in Arnold and Richards: that is to say, as a symbolically rich, morally complex, nonsectarian and (above all) God-free substitute for Religion in its ordinary forms.
The word translates as "minced fish" or "fish paste." The benefit to the consumer of the imitation meat was a pleasant-tasting
crablike product at a greatly reduced cost.
"The scorpion is
crablike in appearance and has claw-like pinchers.
With his elliptical, oblique,
crablike approach to the heart of darkness, Sebald broke new ground.
It is more the way in which it handles which makes the GTI so enjoyable and its tenacious refusal to lose the plot on surfaces which might send other not-so-sure-footed hatches into a
crablike scuttle.
In this icon of natural design, the artist mimics nature not only with respectful attention to detail but also with talent at illusion: the shadow cast beneath the stationary armored trunk makes the beetle seem to strut across the canvas-just as the
crablike claws make its harmless frame seem ferocious and menacing.
Pubic lice (Phthirus pubis) are distinct in appearance from head and body lice; they have short,
crablike bodies.
Here is the first part of his early poem-sequence, "Maro Spring," first published in 1972: In a tissue of dusty air over dry impoverished fields no plow can break rock pitted fields on which crops of laborers have their backs broken we pick ourselves across
crablike under the sun (7)
He was also seen 'crawling,
crablike' in Crossley Stone between 11.40pm and 12.30am and at one point he was spotted lying by a green telephone junction box.
In the
crablike fashion of the book's title, Grass--as Paul--closes in on his literary prey, steps back, lunges forward again, before finally attacking it, head on, in a few pages of cool, documentary reportage.
When he really had the crowd frothing, he turned to the vets, pumping his
crablike arms, and quacked: "Stand up, boys--TAKE A BOW!" The poor guys tried obediently to get up from their wheelchairs.
