the [two] boys, each with an arm around the other's neck, and holding hands in the pocket of one of their coveralls….
And then here from a short story of his we read a while ago, "Servants with Torches," about a boy and man sitting close together, on a wooden bench (no backs):
after a while the boy, leaning back, spread himself out so that one of his hands was beneath [the man's] leg.
Given this difficulty of construing some of Windham's concrete descriptions, it is perhaps less surprising that his abstract ruminations can at times seem so mystifying.
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