The window, then.  September already and the window he hauls her
    sore arm against, fitting it with a new dress.  There you go he is saying
    and tungsten is an element, no. 74, steely-gray and robust.  The highest
    melting point of all the non-alloyed metals and in her eye some trace of
    the colour.  Its pure form.  Tenderness, another form of despair.