What is "closter"

Usage examples of "closter".

Instinctively, with my great commander’s reflexes, I reached for the weapon at my side to protect myself from the invader but when the curtains parted it was Stark, Closter and Nina who were standing there.

He seemed to move subtly behind Closter, his eyes busy, active, concerned with the granules on the canvas.

Limbs flailed in the old and accustomed ways, the con­sciousness moved at cross-angles and then I was standing, sway­ing, looking down at Stark and Closter who—and I should have commented on this a long time before—are considerably shorter than I am.

I walked carefully, lifting my feet away from the source of the menace, glimpsing the faces of Stark and Closter in little off-flashes from the half-moon.

Stark or Closter but probably Stark because Folsom just had an instinct that it would have to be him.

He passed the enclosure in which Stark and Closter had been without a trace of emotion, keeping his face tightly controlled with his captain’s façade.

If Closter were not charged to my care I would have to be concerned with his moods but since he is, his moods are the object of obsessive interest.

At the sound, as if it were a dart impacted into consciousness, Closter turns, shud­ders, then returns his attention with difficulty to me, the scream meanwhile extending, moving on a bright, red flowering thread, arcing upin the scale and finally Closter says, “I can’t stand this anymore, I just can’t take it,” and arching himself upward, his hands and knees like a bow, he moves into a scrambling run toward the native.

Slowly I come to my feet, follow him: the na­tive’s screams have not discomfited me this much and I would rather continue the discussion with Closter, find out, at the least, why he has been put up to this by Stark but the screams are indeed overwhelming, Closter was right in that regard: these are not the ordinary cries with which the native has responded to his circum­stances intermittently for the past several hours but are cries which have instead risen to a real urgency, a stricken terror on which I find myself impaled.

His demeanor is pleasant, his gross signs are well controlled: he evinces, Stark says, no haste whatsoever to return to his enclosure but indeed extends the sessions even longer than Nina or Stark or Closter are prepared to.

Stark’s eyes had rolled back into his head in a peculiar and involuted fashion (Folsom was not sure that Stark and Closter were human.

He had decided to talk with Nina but she had been no more helpful than Stark, to say nothing of Closter with whom Folsom had lost all communication whatsoever.

He had moved away from her, leaving her there, walk­ing toward the enclosure where Stark and Closter had been.

He had not seen the villains in the off-angle of light, the sudden gloom (perhaps a projection of his mood) which had fallen upon the shelf of the forest, but as he came close upon the enclosure, waving his weapon bravely, daring them to come and confront him, he saw that the villains had indeed emerged, were standing there, Stark still in his chains, Closter holding him protectively, looking at Folsom.

In one room was Nina and in another was Stark and in the third was Closter just as I had remembered, each was immersed in the tanks, their bodies dark as fish under the surface of the water, the waters lapping, all peaceful, all of them .