Fish & Chips ... Here are some details about the current status of the project. Where salmon swim once they've hatched -- their exact path up the Pacific Northwest coastline to Alaska -- is a question that's long puzzled scientists working to better manage North American fishing stocks...
Paper is soft and ink is fluid; it might be better if some pages of this chronicle could be written on chips of granite at the point of steel.
—E. M. Almedingen (b. 1898–?)
We want some coat woven of elastic steel, stout as the first, and limber as the second. We want a ship in these billows we inhabit. An angular, dogmatic house would be rent to chips and splinters, in this storm of many elements. No, it must be tight, and fit to the form of man, to live at all; as a shell is the architecture of a house founded on the sea.
—Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803–1882)
One day when I went out to my wood-pile, or rather my pile of stumps, I observed two large ants, the one red, the other much larger, nearly half an inch long, and black, fiercely contending with one another. Having once got hold they never let go, but struggled and wrestled and rolled on the chips incessantly. Looking farther, I was surprised to find that the chips were covered with such combatants, that it was not a duellum, but a bellum, a war between two races of ants, the red always pitted against the black, and frequently two red ones to one black. The legions of these Myrmidons covered all the hills and vales in my wood-yard, and the ground was already strewn with the dead and dying, both red and black. It was the only battle which I have ever witnessed, the only battle-field I ever trod while the battle was raging.... On every side they were engaged in deadly combat, yet without any noise that I could hear, and human soldiers never fought so resolutely.
—Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862)