Hal in Tavis's waiting room (p. 527)
a C.T. who's sitting pulsing with swollen proximity in his seagrass swivel-chair and almost done coolly bending a giant paper clip into a sort of cardioid or else sloppy circle
Context
The summons arrives while Tavis, dangerously quiet, bends a paper clip into a near-circle. Menace as the slow completing of a loop.