Everything yields to experiment,declares Wedgwood, crucible ablaze, clay pouringa pure species of plumbago, three feet down
shallow and muscle-white, seam thick in the strata.Phillip turns to the porcelain light, considers this rich Terra Australis;how everything yields. To experiment,
Banks unearths boxes close with sea-fever and straw.No. 1 a fine pigment, in flourishing script, would make good china. No. 2 perhaps,a pure species of plumbago. Three feet down,
the future prospect of empires and dominions, latitude -33° longitude 151°.Observe, the nature of the soil, minerals, stones—yield everything to experiment.
Broad over breast and back, like painted soldiers' belts!filled with black-lead fire on Britannia’s deck. Darwin poems a new Etruria fora pure species. Plumbago, three feet down
rises into twelve-foot forts, barrack walls of clay, and the territorial sealhonouring the nation. A…