By now he had stared at the window through a late summer so hot and wet that the air both day and night felt like breathing through a dishrag, so damp it caused fresh sheets to sour under him and tiny black mushrooms to grow overnight from the limp pages of the book on his bedside table. Inman suspected that after such long examination, the grey window had finally said all it had to say.
In the oppressive heat of a late summer, the protagonist Inman finds himself enduring stifling humidity, which makes breathing feel burdensome, akin to inhaling through a dishrag. The sweltering conditions not only affect his comfort but also have tangible effects on his surroundings, such as causing fresh bed linens to sour and even promoting the growth of small black mushrooms from the pages of a book. This highlights the relentless nature...
