The first of those questions is a matter of personal fascination over the ability to keep secrets in a fishbowl environment.
Reporters call it "the fishbowl": the building is curved, and the entire area is fronted by glass.
I physically felt like I was in a fishbowl, and I was sitting on the couch with one of my best friends and Julie Fucking Andrews.
She simply doesn't want to live her life in that fishbowl, and who can blame her?
I'd noticed a smeared spot about nose-level on the faceplate of my fishbowl, and now was as good a time as any to get rid of it.
My voice must have sounded pretty muffled to him through my fishbowl.
Pascal pivoted toward them, but not before his right arm swung out and, almost contemptuously, brushed the fishbowl to the floor.
Her voice sounded tinny and tired in the earphones of my fishbowl.
It promptly opened, I stepped through and removed the fishbowl.
Finally, I took off my fishbowl and stepped into the companionway.