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Polyethylene oxide, the material that eased Highburton's passage, is known to chemists as a long-chain polymer because it consists of lengthy strings of linked molecules. In the water near a ship, the molecular chains act much like an array of thin parallel tubes, allowing water to flow smoothly back along the hull but retarding its movement in any other direction. As a result, the friction-building turbulence that is normally generated by a ship slicing through the water is sharply reduced...
...array of human wreckage straggles through the clinic in motley procession: a homicidal schizophrenic who was repeatedly raped and beaten at the age of nine; a wheelwright working even as he dies in penance for an imagined evil; a young girl, orphaned and being kept captive by syphilitic whores. Their tragedies begin gradually to touch the young doctor until, at film's end, he finally tells Red Beard that he wants to remain at the clinic. "You'll regret it," grumbles Red Beard, turning to hide his pleasure...
...pretends to put characters in. You've got your usual two, maybe four-five, hippy-type guys climbing into your old car and going off to a beach. To groove, you know, To screw around, scream we're free! to rocks and sand. You've got your passing array of loonies, the guys who carry around pomegranates and sleep with logs. The guy who counts all the punctuation marks ("the rivets") in Ecclesiastes. So you say "they got no depth," right? You say there's no plot, right? You didn't get the Civil War bits mixed into the book...
...goods to deliver. Oliver Goldsmith's She Stoops to Conquer fits very definitely into the latter category. In his attempt to salvage theatre from the sentimentality of his day, Goldsmith dipped enthusiastically into the grab bag of Restoration drama. Unfortunately, all his hand touched upon was an endless array of frenetic entrances and exits. Aside from a few minor characters, his players still must wander about with an air of frustrated gentility. All that excitement, but so little vigor--rather like a spastic with anemia...
They compose their own songs, sing them in soft, burred voices, and ac company themselves on a bewildering array of instruments: guitars, whistles, sitars, ouds, organs, harmonicas, violins and gimbris. At a time when the music scene reverberates with cacophony and aggression, they expound gentleness, lyricism and fantasy. As they put it in one of their songs, Ducks on a Pond, they sing "a magic word, speak of hopes with thoughts absurd...