Literary notes about ALLOY (AI summary)
The term "alloy" in literature operates on both literal and metaphorical levels, serving as a bridge between the cold science of metallurgy and the warmth of human emotion. In its literal sense, authors describe metals and coinage—highlighting physical mixtures that alter properties such as strength and purity [1, 2, 3, 4]—while at the same time, the word is deployed metaphorically to evoke the blending of emotions and experiences. Writers capture complex sentiments by referring to feelings as being tinged with an alloy of contradictory states, such as a mixture of joy and sorrow or purity and corruption [5, 6, 7, 8]. This dual capacity enriches the narrative by suggesting that just as a well-made alloy gains distinct qualities from its components, human life is similarly composed of multiple, intermingling aspects that define its character.
- Nations have sometimes, for the same purpose, adulterated the standard of their coin; that is, have mixed a greater quantity of alloy in it.
— from An Inquiry into the Nature and Causes of the Wealth of Nations by Adam Smith - The poverty of Michael Palæologus compelled him to strike a new coin, with nine parts, or carats, of gold, and fifteen of copper alloy.
— from The History of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire by Edward Gibbon - Brass is an alloy of copper and zinc and varies much in composition.
— from The New Gresham Encyclopedia. A to Amide by Various - The black material is heat-resistant nickel-steel alloy.
— from Rockets, Missiles, and Spacecraft of the National Air and Space Museum, Smithsonian Institution - The alloy of doubt and apprehension had tainted the old feeling.
— from The Gambler: A Novel by Katherine Cecil Thurston - Suddenly there was an alloy in her happiness, as if she had found an ugly worm in a fragrant rose or discovered a flaw in a clear mirror.
— from Only a Girl: or, A Physician for the Soul. by Wilhelmine von Hillern - I was silent; Helen had calmed me; but in the tranquillity she imparted there was an alloy of inexpressible sadness.
— from Jane Eyre: An Autobiography by Charlotte Brontë - Besides, that would be all recreation and indulgence, without the wholesome alloy of labour, and I do not like to eat the bread of idleness.
— from Mansfield Park by Jane Austen