... United States, and, therefore, in the world. He believes that, by the year 2,000, centenarians will be as plentiful as blackberries in autumn. He himself expects to live to be 104, double his present age. His book is directed to the laudable purpose of ...

... sense as are these others, the Merton Thornless blackberry must also bf' mentioned. It, again, is completely thornless, but it has not the vigour of growth that one normally associates with blackberries. Generous cultivation is needed to produce a good ...

... trailing a little wearily along the dusty, white road under the blazing sun, the beautiful, overgrown hedges fragrant with blackberries and humming with insects, the feeling of being miles from anywhere, just doomed to walk the long, white road in the great ...

... him . . . wanting to become a film star, or wanting to become American at all. . . . The boys scraped the last smear of blackberries off their plates, then despondently glanced at the sideboard, hoping the dish would come round again. The butler, obviously ...

... holidays. In consequence, when that month comes round every year, I still have a curious sense of recognition as I see the blackberries reddening in the hedgerows and on the commons, and the ragwort with its motley-clad caterpillars standing in the fields ...

... finished with me yet. There was Peel Bridge Road just the other side of the railway line, and Peel Bridge Road was the finest blackberry country for many miles around. And at the bottom of the road there was Sharpenhurst. Sharpenhurst is a hill; it wasn't much ...

... were only one little unit in the post-war flood of refugees fleeing from London's maw. The builders worked fast We picked blackberries in a field one day and the next it was full of bricks and scaffolding and cement-mixers. Tracks became rough roads, rough ...

... prospect of escaping during August to an equally drab town by the sea. or to a country farm where green trees and wild blackberries gave us the illusion of being in touch with nature. How different London is today. I looked out on it last night from the ...

... STATUES SHE lay in a graceful relaxed pose with her head on one side in a blackberry bush. She had no clothes, no name but a number 201 was stuck to the plinth from which she had fallen. Round a one-time ornamental pond were the river gods and goddesses ...