Sunday, May 24, 2009


This one's striking in part because it's pronounced quite differently than it's written.

From Hardy's Far From the Madding Crowd, a book I last read c. 1996 and am reading again.

George, the elder, exhibited an ebony-tipped nose, surrounded by a narrow margin of pink flesh, and a coat marked in random splotches approximating in colour to white and slaty grey; but the grey, after years of sun and rain, had been scorched and washed out of the more prominent locks, leaving them of a reddish-brown, as if the blue component of the grey had faded, like the indigo from the same kind of colour in Turner's pictures.

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