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clag
1. I glance at my boots now claggy with clay as well as soaked
2. The hole spread over a large area, possibly three or four metres across in places; muddy throughout its entire extent: deep, claggy, black mud, sloppy with water and dotted with bits of green from the decimated plants which had been wrenched from the ground by its making
3. Her hair, clogged with the claggy stuff, stuck to her head; it felt cold and stiff, like a helmet
4. But he headed west turning right to Kingsthorpe and on to Goombungee then a left turn to Quinalow, Maclagan and Cooyar
5. Major General Lewis Brereton, Commander of the United States Far East Air Force, was puzzled as he reviewed with Brigadier General Clagett, the commander of his fighter force, the results of the day, which were decidedly mixed
6. Clagett had an embarrassed look on his face when he had approached Brereton with the results of the day, which included claims by the two pilots from the 6th Pursuit Squadron for a total of eleven Japanese planes shot down
7. The problem was that, according to Clagett, the gun camera films from those two pilots corroborated their claims
8. Looking apologetically at Clagett, who had stiffened on hearing the term ‘flying monkeys’, he spoke in a softer tone
9. Clagett nodded slowly his head, able to imagine the political storm that some could raise by claiming this as proof that official fighter pilot training was next to worthless
10. Clagett, who was waiting for him back in the operations center, looked at him questioningly
11. Just before nine in the evening, Villamor and Dows arrived at his headquarters and were then introduced in Brereton’s office, escorted by Clagett
12. Brereton, who actually knew nothing about that apart from the fact that she was the wife of an American officer, stared at her in stunned disbelief, like Clagett
13. While Jesus Villamor strangled his laughter with difficulty and Henry Clagett hid his face with one hand, Brereton was left open-mouthed
14. The diminutive young Filipino pilot then spent a minute describing the Thatch Weave to Brereton and Clagett, along with the results it gave in combat
15. At the end of it, Brereton exchanged looks with Clagett
16. As Ingrid was waiting impatiently for Clagett to come to the phone, Jesus Villamor showed up at a run, still half asleep
17. He called it Claggart because he’d always thought Melville had been too hard on Claggart in Billy Budd, and because the name seemed to fit the squat furry body, the officious muzzle butting at his shin, demanding food or a walk
18. But somehow Claggart must have known, even before Richard did: a week later, he’d be back in New York with the dog under an arm, unlocking the apartment, steeling himself for the dust and the mouse droppings that had doubtless accumulated there in his absence, and all the other imperfections that never showed up in memory
19. “Don’t mind Claggart,” Richard said
20. But then why every couple days did he find himself back in Hell’s Kitchen, at that bodega where he always got coffee—the one whose owner claimed there was no such person as Billy Three-Sticks? The man didn’t like him loitering, so Richard had started walking Claggart all the way up there as a cover
21. But then Claggart would stiffen, and Richard would spot a shadow in a doorway down the street, or in a white van, watching
22. She found the super attempting to corral Richard’s Scottish terrier, Claggart, into a corner with his big brown boots
23. Claggart whimpered a little and tried to get a view over her shoulder, his canine heart thumping from exertion
24. That night, she kept waiting to hear the snap of Richard’s deadbolt, the three claps with which he summoned Claggart whenever he returned home, the golden enchantments of the Wurlitzer leaking through the wall
25. But when she used the spare key he’d given her and fetched Claggart’s dogfood, the flat next door was cold and dim and somehow creepy
26. She would remember later how the super had looked so seriously down at Claggart, who crouched behind her, growling
27. CLAGGART’S EYES, moist and brown and rimmed with amethyst, were able to grow to a size that made the rest of him seem pitiably small and defenseless, and to project the purest distillate of melancholy—a melancholy from which only Jenny could save him, he would have claimed, had he had the power of speech
28. Jenny would just as soon have waited until later, avoided the butt-sniffing do-si-do that followed each time Claggart encountered another animal, the entanglement of leashes and compulsory good cheer, the conspicuousness with which she then had to hover over him with a baggie as he choosily chose a place to evacuate, so that no one would mistake her for one of them, the vast negligent army of dog-owners who left every sidewalk a mound of desiccated doo
29. But at least there was Claggart
30. From the doorway, sweating through her gallery clothes and three hours late for work, she watched Claggart scamper to and fro among the piles, as if searching for something
31. Claggart, socketed in one corner of the sleeper sofa, looked a little rheumy-eyed, but otherwise intact
32. Claggart was still a little damp from the shampoo she’d used to get the smoke out, but she placed him next to her on the invertebrate mattress and balanced a wineglass on the sofa arm like a fetish to prevent further trouble
