_:vb7045705 . _:vb7045706 "But to return to where we left her, I see her still, propped up in a kind of stupor against one of the walls in which this wretched edifice abounds, her long grey greasy hair framing in its cowl of scrofulous mats a face where pallor, languor, hunger, acne, recent dirt, immemorial chagrin and surplus hair seemed to dispute the mastery."@en . "4" . _:vb7045704 . _:vb7045705 "a mat of weeds"@en . _:vb7045704 "A thickly tangled mess."@en . . _:vb7045706 "1953, Samuel Beckett, Watt, 1st American edition, New York, N.Y.: Grove Press, published 1959, \u2192OCLC:"@en . _:vb7045706 .