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...main, Saltacres is a study in novelists' materials. Reeds, rushes, weatherbeaten barns, pebbled beaches, a whitish sea, gulls and blackbirds gliding and skimming from foam-splashed boulder to knotted and salt-rimed stump, broken love to the tattoo of sympathetic rains and a pathological religions mania to the cresendo of a venegeful thunderstorm, delight the eye and, chaotically enough, provoke the emotions but the relation of these things to a masterful novel is less than that of sand to granite. Not only should, in this case the parts or particles cohere more closely but there might well be other elements...
...MacDonald and Macleod have crushed beef livers (from healthy two-year-old animals), let serum rise from the maceration, filtered, titrated, decanted the serum, got a whitish grey fluid which they injected into the muscles of men suffering from high blood pressure...
...method of collecting the juice from the poppy is laborious. After the leaves of the flower have fallen and the capsules have assumed a whitish color, they are punctured in the evening with a small three-pronged instrument. The following morning, the juice, having exuded and thickened by exposure ot the air, is scraped off by a small iron instrument previously dipped in oil. It is then worked in a heated pot until it is thick and can be formed into cakes about four pounds in weight. The cakes are than packed in leaves to prevent them sticking together...
...delight of the older generation, Michael and Fleur finally permitted an eleventh baronet to come into the world, and the final happiness of all concerned was only qualified by the symbolic significance of a picture bequeathed by a dying Forsyte. It was a Chinese work, depicting a "large whitish sidelong monkey, holding the rind of a squeezed fruit in its outstretched paw." The picture is commented on as a perfect allegory. "Eat the fruits of life, scatter the rinds, and get copped doing it," says one of its observers; ... a monkey's eyes are the human tragedy incarnate...
...this passed in complete dark ness. . . . Hardly had a match which he held in his fingers gone out when he heard, close to his face, a loud burst of laughter which echoed over the whole house. He saw a white cloud in front of him, and two wisps of whitish light issuing from his nostrils. It was too much! The observer felt his courage giving...