Word: purlings
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...developed a monster that can do practically everything for a knitted garment except pour the customer into it. It scans a design electronically, then out of its computer brain come punched tapes that control the pattern of the material and tell each needle when to knit or purl...
...proper form seems to lie in the center of the voice, with virtually no displacement of notes. And although her acting remains as wooden as ever, she still knows how to make a line breathe, how to linger over phrases for maximum dynamic effect. She can still purl out endless pianissimos, infusing them with colors as muted but distinct as a fall landscape. If she has lost anything, it is the powerful, full-throated high notes that once added to her special glory...
...been imitated while his virtues remain his own, is perhaps most vulnerable of all to the parodist's pic. Under the muscular stoicism and the man-of-the-world expertise, there is a vein of provincial naivete, and the celebrated bare style is really an elaborate piece of purl and plain knitting, learned in part from that fancy needlework artist, Gertrude Stein. Far from being economical, it is in fact more prolix than, say, Thomas Mann's high mandarin, a fact proved some years ago by parodists in the New Statesman and Nation, who vainly attempted to translate...
...city dwellers, the drowsy county of Kent means perfect peace and perfect quiet, dozing to the murmuring of bees, the lowing of cattle, the gentle purl of streams like the Beult, the Great Stour and the Little Stour. But in the Kentish village of Molash, 8½ miles from Canterbury, grey-haired Hilda Hyams, 54, was being driven mad by another sound: a low-pitched, persistent hum. Her novelist husband, Edward, could not hear the hum, but he dutifully checked the water pipes and main, arranged to have the electrical wires near the house slackened, even cut off the telephone...
...side of a Tokyo swamp and sit for three long hours while the pink and white blossoms unfold, waiting tensely for the moment when the bud burst open to the morning light. It took a discerning ear to separate the sound of an opening lotus from the purl of a fish lazily waking to his morning meal or the plip of a dewdrop on a mossy stone...