What is "boxlike"

Usage examples of "boxlike".

The boxlike room, stripped of all embellishment or parlor fussiness, a room that wished to be timeless or ahistorical, and there, in the middle of it, my deeply historical, timeworn grandmother.

Power droids lumbered down a ramp, little more than boxlike batteries walking on two accordioned legs.

The Pestalozzi School was a new brick-red, three-story, flat-roofed, boxlike edifice, decorated with sgraffiti and frescoes, which had been built by the Senate of our prolific suburb at the vociferous insistence of the Social Democrats, who at the time were still exceedingly active.

The paved backyards of these cheap boxlike buildings were littered with dented cars and pickups, 20 LEN DEIGHTON and their rooftops were a writhing snakepit of airconditioning pipes.

The old man used a boxlike little apparatus which produced realistic stereoscopic images, carefully naming each object or scene be exhibited.

CHAPTER FIVE Caer Eitha was nothing more than a boxlike walled fortress of stone, set in a clearing lonely as an island amidst the encircling sea of Forest.

The rear of the boxlike APC was designed to be lowered by winch cable to serve as a ramp.

Then, inside, he turned a switch, illuminating a windowless, boxlike room about twenty-four-feet square.

They both started packing the rigid boxlike backframes that tapered outward toward the top.

She was an old ship with a straight up-and-down bow and a square, boxlike shape to her superstructure.

Donal shrugged his shoulders in the tight civilian half-jacket and considered its fit as reflected in the mirror of his tiny, boxlike cabin.

When the last of the trams deposited them at the North British Railway station, she let Alastair guide her, install her in the tiny, boxlike second-class compartment she was to share with the Watsons all the way to London, and left him to search the jam-packed platform for her tardy chaperones.

The long boxlike body of the crock was stowed to its load line with supplies Van Huysen had purchased at the base.

At the moment the trembling earth and the weird wailing melody sent the man staggering to die on the bench below the lookout station, the skeletonish figure placed a leather, boxlike case on the ground.

Like a great robot, the boxlike rocket pod swung about, aiming its twelve missiles toward the Ukrainian artillery batteries currently engaged in their own killing drill thirty kilometers away.