"Putrescence" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... long been known that a sort of conjugation takes place between opposite threads, which results in the formation of a sporangium.[Q] None of these species are destructive to vegetation, appearing only upon decaying, and not upon living, plants. A state approaching putrescence seems to be essential to their vigorous development. The following characters may be compared with those of the ...
— Fungi: Their Nature and Uses • Mordecai Cubitt Cooke
... from the ladder and dislocate his joints? As all the world now knows, however, men assimilate to the conditions by which they are surrounded, and we civilise our city savages by substituting cleanness and purity for the putrescence which naturally accumulates in great cities. So, in a noble library, the visitor is enchained to reverence and courtesy by the genius of the place. You cannot toss about its treasures as you would your own ...
— The Book-Hunter - A New Edition, with a Memoir of the Author • John Hill Burton
... carelessness of her gesture that released the trigger of his indignation and made it leap out beyond control. There was in his mind the vision of those blood-baths of the Somme, where men had drowned in the putrescence and been flattened by shells like flies against a wall. They hadn't all been good before they had reached their ordeal. They had come, as most men come, from every kind of prison-house of lust and human error. But they'd been good when they ...
— The Kingdom Round the Corner - A Novel • Coningsby Dawson
... particulars of this strange tragedy were that, three days before, Mr. Evelyn, being then in perfect health, had been dissecting a limb in a high state of putrescence. During the operation, the instrument had slipped, and made what he considered only as a scratch of the skin; and so slight that he did not immediately deem it worthy of notice: though, when he had ended, he felt a tingling; and then thought it ...
— The Adventures of Hugh Trevor • Thomas Holcroft
... shrieker and sesquipedalian, befoamed and befumed and immense With the words that are wind on an ocean, whose depth is unfathomed of sense, Red fury that smitest at shadows, black shadows of blood that is red In the face of a soulless putrescence, doomed, damned, deflowered and dead; Oh, robed in the rags of thy raging, like tempests that thunder afar, In a night that is fashioned of Chaos discerned in the light of a star, For the verse that is venom and vapour, discrowned and disowned of the free, Take thou from the ...
— Punch, Or The London Charivari, Vol. 99., August 23, 1890. • Various
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