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It is to be hoped that some such method as these, which give a closer approach to insecticidal eficacy than do rotenone or total extractive determinations, will eventually be adopted in the commercial handling of derris and cube roots.
The sulfuric acid-nitrite test G was made as described by Meyer I , and comparisons were made with a rotenone standard in a Duboscq type of colorimeter without a filter. Cahn, Phipers, and Boam 4 state that the test is given with equal intensity by rotenone, deguelin, toxicarol, and sumatrol, and by derivatives of these, and that the value for derris extracts is about 90 per cent by this method. It has been learned in a private communication from Dr.
Cahn that he used a modification of the Meyer test. For the derris samples in the present work the values averaged about 90 per cent of the extract, but the cube roots gave somewhat lower values. The Rogers and Calamari test 22 was slightly modified in these analyses. The color in acetone solution was not proportional to the rotenone present, and after a short time solutions of different rotenone concentration developed t o about the same color.
In chloroform solution the proportionality between color and concentration seemed to hold. Heat as well as light accelerated the color formation, but the latter was adopted. The solutions were exposed in glass cylinders to daylight at the laboratory window never to direct sunlight for 24 hours. Perchloric acid was found t o effect a more rapid development of the color than the hydrogen peroxide used by Rogers and Calamari. The hue and intensity of the color varied with the amount of perchloric acid used as was the case with other oxidizing agents.
At a rotenone concentrati,on of 0. Even in this form results obtained by the test were highly erratic, and duplicate standards run a t the same time varied as much as 10 per cent.
The reaction merits further study, however. Deguelin was found t o give a color about per cent of that given by rotenone, whereas toxicarol gave only about one half the color given by rotenone. Since the values obtained on the root samples H , particularly those for the cube and timbo roots, are markedly higher than the total extract values, it is apparent that some constituent in the roots gives a much greater color value than does rotenone or deguelin.
The ferric chloride test for toxicarol and sumatrol I was made as described by Cah,n, Phipers, and Boam 4, and comparisons were made in a Duboscq-type colorimeter.
Solutions were compared in pairs, consisting of a standard and an unknown, each pair being prepared fresh.
A sample of toxi. This sample contained 1. Cahn and co-workers state that pure a-toxicarol the ordinary form melts a t " C. This matter will be further investigated. Beta-toxicarol has been found to give a color with ferric chloride, but there is some doubt as to the intensity of this color compared with that given by a-toxicarol.
I n any event the small amount of p-toxicarol present would not appreciably affect the values obtained on most of the samples. The toxicarol standard was compared with an extract of No. Tests made on only the alkali-soluble portions of some of the extracts gave substantially the same results. I n this case it was possible to compare S o. Some difficulty was encountered in matching the colors from the cube samples, and the use of the alkali-soluble fraction did not improve the color matching.
The ferric chloride test indicates from 1. The color may be due to other phenolic compounds. For comparison the amount of alkali-soluble material was determined by a method previously used This value J agrees with the results of the ferric chloride test more closely in the derris roots than in the cube and timbo roots, indicating that in the latter more of the alkali-soluble material is nonphenolic.
Conclusion In evaluating derris and cube roots it is now possible-by making use of colorimetric procedures and a determination of rotenone by the usual method to obtain a t least approximate values for deguelin and toxicarol-by the Goodhue modification of the Gross and Smith color test to arrive a t an estimate of the insecticidal value for houseflies , and by the Meyer color test to get a rough idea of the total materials of the rotenone type.
Literature Cited 1 Ambrose, A. S : , Phipers, R.
Patent reissue 18, Nov. Marseille, 2, Churchill IO Goodhue, L. But her features being slightly more masculine were all the more feminine, her biology teacher explained. The devastated seventeen-year-old girl still to menstruate, now finding out why, broke down and the teacher showed her, to calm her, the genes xy in a sample of her blood, and repeated that masculine features actually enhanced feminine beauty.
Tall and striking, now forty-five divorced. Her husband never knew that his teen love was a man, not only on the inside, but all through till she told him. The marriage survived through trauma, and died. The woman and her teacher were reunited after an ad-break by the producers, and she cried, in her body, she cried at her secret, to its first sharer, the human body, her teacher.
Attend to this portion too of my poem, Maecenas. I shall sing of vistas to amaze you in the world of little things, their great-minded leaders, their customs and callings, their nations and battles, all in order; my work treats of a slight theme, but the glory will be great if the adverse powers allow it, if Apollo hear my prayer. Do not allow sheep, or little head-butting goats to trample down the flowers, keep baby cows, wandering in the plains, from shaking the dew free, or wearing away the grasses as they grow.
Keep the painted lizards with their stiffening spines far from the rich houses, along with the bee-eaters and the other birds, Procne the swallow among them whose breasts bear the marks of her own bloody hands. For they lay waste to all around. They fly off with bees in their mouths, as sweet snacks for their merciless young.
Where am I to find you? And while Daedalus was placing the bones of his poor boy in the grave, a chattering partridge looked on from a muddy ditch, applauded with his wings, and in song testified to his joy. Only recently transformed, he was the sole bird of his race still, his fate an everlasting reproach to you, o inventor.
Partridge, a boy of twelve years, his mind open to learning. Already he had cut rows of teeth in sharp steel, taking for his model the backbone of a fish.
Thus he discovered the saw. He had bound with one knot two steel legs; one would stand fast while the other, at a constant distance, would draw in a circle. Daedalus, jealous of his nephew, threw him from the holy citadel of Athens. But the boy, whom Athena adored for his mind, was caught by the goddess and returned as a bird: Not quite. For the partridge, despite his wings, does not trust himself to heights, nor lodge his nests on the tips of tall branches.
Near the ground he flies, lays eggs in hedges and, ever a memory of his ancient fall, fears heights.
He left me a camera, single lens reflex colour film inside, that I remembered, three years later to open and bring to light. The next day returned twenty-four prints in a surreally damaged pink light stained as if sun set and I cried, when I saw none of him. You are my house. Now sing 9 The dispute between Summer and Autumn entailed much suffering The heat burst back with ripe fruits twigs hardened and pointed A brilliant day seemed to fall too soon Like Autumn it will pass as leaves rustle, old papers drift past, pass us by 19 PaulMageefor print.
A national passion, they bloomed from ad at the Festival of Ten Thousand Flowers, perhaps rivalling oroxylum indicum, One Thousand Papery Seeds, whose pods grow to one metre long, in ostentation and display while the seeds each pod contains thousands would become fans for emperors, for the wealthy, for the memory of you that now unfurls as I chance upon this winter garden soon to become spring as will the Californian garden, the rainforest, the basil plantings, the Chinese windmill palm used to make coats.
You need the warmth of the untranslated to survive the world. Catullus, Carmen CI 5 A bleak question mark suddenly shifts in response to your reading takes on tone colour complexion sunrises confusion then semantically sunsets Time grows in circles by the hour as a suicide or stone in water sets off rings of phone call rings in circles 23 PaulMageefor print.
Beds were needed for the involuntary cases. On the threshold she looked back. I was a mess in a chair, my face in my hands. Songs never before sung I bring to the ears of our delicate young men and women.
The rain forms beads on a cosmetic cheek. Dark of day, what season is raging outside? Helen Keller understood lightning from the way ideas strike a match with a metaphor 30 PaulMageefor print. Prima donna glares, dagger in hand, assumes the stage. Second act — the tenor grieves his mother — Third act — the daughter kills her husband — Ohime! The initial letter of a medieval page paints a scribe: A jar contains brazilwood, for which red-ink- bearing-trees the nation was named, far in the future when books were already the crops of paper unlike Folio h, in the British Library, which once had eyes and ate.
Once the skin of sheep or calf, also pig, squirrel and hare, even deer was stripped from the animal and washed in clear cold running water one day and night, and began to rot, the hair fell out and their skins were scraped to parchment on a beam, heads cut off, and then hides folded from A3 to B4, always rectangular, because so was its exemplar — shorn of legs — and we still today read books with rectangular pages. Only we illustrate the letters in our sleep. Whatever happens things are better that way.
And know this. Whether Jupiter has many more winters in our jar or if the Adriatic squall now breaking on the soft volcanic rocks of this shore breathes our last — let the wine breathe, cut your hopes to moments. Since I wrote this, Envy and Time have shrunk away. Rip today from the paper. And the fascist Judge kisses, fucks and is fucked by the oldest of the boys, in all the equality of lust now a man, on top, perhaps in love, and certainly desiring to pleasure the source of law by coming inside it: For Salo is a work of freedom and love: Have her come to the pyre, and take a sacred ribbon to cover your brow.
I intend to conclude the holy rites, already prepared as prescribed and begun, to Jupiter of the Underworld, 38 PaulMageefor print. The rumour ran like a madman through the close-shocked city, the ceilings of buildings rumbled with weeping, with groaning and the wails of women, the upper air echoed with grief.
It was as if all Carthage, or ancient Tyre, had been destroyed, the enemy was within and passionate flames twisted through the houses of men, the houses of the Gods. She heard: Just to deceive me?
The burning, the altars, the flames — just for this? Out of pride? You should have asked me to share with you. Both of us could have suffered the same hour the same cut in the heart. Instead you had me build your death-bed, with my own hands you had me invoke our ancient Gods, with my own voice so that you could lie here and do away with yourself.
Sister, let me wash your dying wounds with water if you still breathe up here above, let me catch your last breath, as it falls from your lips. Recognising her he suddenly cried tears, and called out to his sweet, lost love: Because of me you died?
By the stars, by those above, if there is any faith to be held here in the depths of the earth, by that also I swear, Dido, I left Carthage against my will.
The Gods ordered me. The Gods who now compel me to pass through these cloud-drawn and decaying derelict zones, this depth of night where you live — they drove me with their commands. How was I to know that my leaving would bring such suffering back to you? Who are you fleeing? This is the last thing I am ever fated to say to you. She held her eyes fixed on a point far away from his.
Her face was no more moved by the speech he had begun than a hard flint stone, or a mountain on the isle of Paros. Finally — hating him intimately and forever — she tore herself away and fled to the shaded hollow in the woods, where her former husband Sychaeus answers to her woes, where love is requited.
Stricken by the Hell of it, Aeneas followed her there with his tears, lamented her loss again, and felt pity. We turn to look, still outside.
That city of one dives its full height inside. That hand sculpture before me real and cubist and surreal — that passing stranger passing 9 Down forty floors of fathoms Front cover title page preface introduction contents index the end is just beginning 43 PaulMageefor print.
But seated again: This page now bears the imprint of your body ruffled sheets, rounded shadow Were our words too perfect?
I eat n. Her father had been a diplomat, her accent thick and seventies bespoke an American youth, though life there was arrested. We were together one night. I guess I was her stranger. People sway like drunk drumsticks impossibly upright.
Eat your postcards and photos, sing along. In Moscow, at the Mayakovsky Museum, my Russian flooded back, at an eyeball keyhole stare into the flat where he shot through. To speak. Yellow for fear, and collages of bits of paper and glass: But how and what is this metaphor, drying out now in the machine: Breathe me back.
Burning books in dreams I committed her words to the flames; waking up I opened the grate, Poetry and the Fate of the Senses met its fate: Then next day, skin still dreaming, scuba-diving alongside the pipes that once brought fish by pump from offshore boats to Cannery Row, just as Steinbeck flooded words on the page: Marry me! Helsinki to Chicago, where little people land, the flight of language through space is like words: I knew a word or two three of Lithuanian: Refusing to behave, which is the thing all adults need you to be, or the plane will just crash into thin air, a weird adult fear, as all six-year-olds know.