All 36 Uses of

Calliope
in
Something Wicked This Way Comes

A calliope began to play oh so softly, grieving to itself, a million miles away.†
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But no — it was the train, and the calliope sighing, weeping, on that train.†
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For a moment, Will watched Jim dance around over there, shirt uplifted, pants going on, while off in night country, panting, churning was this funeral train, all black-plumed cars, licoricecoloured cages, and a sooty calliope clamouring, banging three different hymns mixed and lost, maybe not there at all.†
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Going away, away, the calliope pipes shimmered with star explosions, but no one sat at the high keyboard.†
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More shadows rustled from the train, passing the animal cages where darkness prowled with unlit eyes and the calliope stood mute save for the faintest idiot tune the breeze piped wandering up the flues.†
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Wandering alone in the library, letting his broom tell him things no one else could hear, he had heard the whistle and the disjointed-calliope hymns.†
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The calliope by the ticket booth neither screamed deaths nor hummed idiot songs to itself.†
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'Well,' said Will, 'last night, did you hear that calliope —' 'Calliope?†
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'Well,' said Will, 'last night, did you hear that calliope —' 'Calliope?†
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Reaching out from the shadows among the calliope tubes and moon-skinned drums the man hoisted Jim yelling out on the air.†
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Somewhere in the carousel machinery there were taps and brass knockings, a faint squeal and whistle of calliope steam.†
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The small calliope inside the carousel machinery rattle-snapped its nervous-stallion shivering drums, clashed its harvest-moon cymbals, toothed its castanets, and throatily choked and sobbed its reeds, whistles, and baroque flutes.†
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Then the calliope gave a particularly violent cry of foul murder which made dogs howl in far counties, and Mr Cooger, spinning, ran and leaped on the backwhirling universe of animals who, tail first, head last, pursued an endless circling night toward unfound and never to be discovered destinations.†
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Around went the reverse parade of horse, pole, music, man become young man, young man fast rendered down to boy......Mr Cooger was seventeen, sixteen......Another and another time around under the sky and trees and Will whispering, Jim counting the times around, around, while the night air warmed to summer heat by friction of sun-metal brass, the passionate backturned flight of beasts, wore the wax doll down and down and washed him clean with the still stranger musics until all ceased, all died away to stillness the calliope shut up its brassworks, the ironmongery machines hissed off, and with a last faint whine like desert sands blown backup Arabian hourglasses, the carousel rocked on seawe†
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Jim, the music that the calliope played when Mr Cooger got younger —' 'Yeah?†
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Was or wasn't it like the funeral dirge played backward by the old carousel calliope?†
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The calliope howled, boiled steam, ran ancient dry, then played nothing, its keys gibbering as only chitterings boiled up through the vents.†
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The carousel calliope, among the hills, piping the 'Funeral March' backwards.†
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The flourished drums, the old-womanish shriek of calliope, the shadow drift of creatures far stranger than he, did not witch the Indian's yellow hawk-fierce gaze.†
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So, each taking his part, in their own good time, the boys told of the wandering-by lightning-rod salesman, the predictions of storms to come, the long-after-midnight train, the suddenly inhabited meadow, the moonblown tents, the untouched but full-wept calliope, then the light of noon showering over an ordinary midway with hundreds of Christians wandering through but no lions for them to be tossed to, only the maze where time lost itself backward and forward in waterfall mirrors, only the OUT OF ORDER carousel, the dead supper hour, Mr Cooger, and the boy with the eyes that had seen all the glistery tripes of the world shaped like hung-and-dripping sins and all the sins tenterhooked and run†
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Jim was at the window now, looking out across the town to the far black tents and the calliope that played by the turning of the world in the night.†
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Then, when it's frozen you stiff, it plays that fine sweet soul-searching music that smells of fresh-washed frocks of women dancing on back-yard lines in May, that sounds like haystacks trampled into wine, all that blue sky and summer night-on-the-lake kind of tune until your head bangs with the drums that look like full moons beating around the calliope.†
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Will, feeling walls, books, floors fly by, foolishly thought, pressed close...Why, why, Mr. Dark smells like ....calliope steam!†
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Far down the midway, the carousel steamed, the calliope tortured itself with musics.†
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But the name had tumbled from his mouth only because he heard the calliope summing the golden years ahead, felt Jim isolate somewhere, pulled by warm gravities, swung by sunrise notes, wondering what it could be like to stand sixteen, seventeen, eighteen years tall, and then, oh then, nineteen and, most incredible!†
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And instead made his feet step to his own fear, jump to his own tune, a hum cramped back by throat, held fast by lungs, which shook the bones of his head and drowned the calliope away.†
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Definitions:

(1) (Calliope from Greek mythology)
Greek mythology: the Muse of epic poetry
(2) (meaning too rare to warrant focus)
meaning too rare to warrant focus:

More rarely, as a common noun, calliope references a steam organ -- a type of musical instrument popular at circuses.