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“Nature offers you copper and silver and gold native, as pure metals,” Uncle would say, “and in South America and the Urals, she offers the platinum metals, too.” He liked to pull out the native metals from his cabinet—twists and spangles of rosy copper; wiry, darkened silver; grains of gold panned by miners in South Africa.
Uncle Tungsten: Memories of a Chemical Boyhood
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