incandescent oor Kornies

incandescent

/ˌɪŋ.kænˈdɛs.ənt/, /ˌɪn.kənˈdɛs.ənt/, /ˌɪn.kænˈdɛs.ənt/ adjektief, naamwoord

emitting light as a result of being heated

Vertalings in die woordeboek Engels - Kornies

gwynflam

voorbeelde

incandescently adv. yn canpôth. ~ beautiful
incandescently adv. yn canpôth. ~ beautiful

incandescent
/ gwynflam / / /

Two of my senses (sight and hearing) were temporarily knocked out but my sense of smell remained intact. That sense almost immediately was, in turn, overwhelmed by the pungent stench of gasoline-laden soot filling the air. Now the military was using napalm, or jellied gasoline, on us! The jet had screamed low over the zombie-filled oval and dumped a single bomb, filled with napalm. (I didn’t get to see the billowing, black mushroom cloud it must have made.) Many of the undead were destroyed instantly. Others, a bit further from the massive blast, were ablaze, running in all directions like so many ancient torches. Still others, even further away, had been splashed by the jellied petrol and suffered serious burns (and were still smouldering). Was it one of ours – a Mirage – or had the Yanks already arrived with F4 Phantoms? I wasn’t sure if a French-made Mirage could deliver a napalm weapon. Napalm wasn’t much favoured by the Aussies in Vietnam but I knew that a Phantom could do the job. This was, of course, an idle speculation on my part since I’d seen precious little of the plane that had stooped out of the night sky and delivered ‘Hell-in-a-Tincan’ to us. It might as well have been a Tiger Moth or a Spitfire. I’d seen this sort of thing on newsreels from the Vietnam War. I confess that I had been more upset by the incineration of living men, women and children – mostly civilians – than by the horror that was now unfolding before me. Still, the high-pitched wailing of hundreds of incandescent zombies is something I’m unlikely ever to forget. Sight and hearing came back to me by degrees. The afterimage of the flash and the loud ringing in my ears were persistent. However, I soon had enough senses about me to continue to put ‘Plan B’ into effect. Poor Meryl had been a resident of St. Hilda’s college. She and a friend had shown me around the place – and generously invited me to partake of the college dinner with them. (Little wonder, now that I think about it, that I naively thought she might be romantically interested in me. But, no, she was just a nice, country girl being friendly.)
Y halsa ow klywans ha’m gwel, an dhew, dres pols mes y hyllyn blasa hwath yn ta. Hag, ogas a-dhistowgh, oversettyes en vy gans fler euthyk a dho dhiworth petrol ha hudhygel esa ow lenwel an ayr. Hag, ytho, yth esa an awtoritys ow kul devnydh a napalm – po kowles-betrol – warnan ni! Y skrijsa an jynn-nija jet isel, a-ugh an tiryow krykket leun a zombis ha gasa koedha unn danbellenn unnik, lenwys gans napalm. (Ny yllyn gweles an gommolenn du, skavell-groenek y furv, gwrys gans an danbellenn ma.) Y feu distruys a-dhesempis meur yntra’n dus anvarow. Re erell, nebes pella dhiworth an fog euthyk bras, o gans tan, ow resek tro ha pub tu kepar ha keniver faglenn koth. Ha, dres henna, yth esa re erell hwath, pella arta a-ves, re via kabolys gans an kowles-betrol ha dhegemmeres loskow sevur. Yth esens ow koleski hwath. An jynn-nija, o ev dhe Ostrali – ‘Mirage’ y verk? Y’n kontrari part, a dhothya an Yankis gans aga F4 ‘Fantoms’? Nyns esen vy sur mar kylli Mirage, gwrys yn Pow Frynk, doen arv napalm. Nyns o da gans an soudoryon Ostralek an arvow napalm yn Vietnam mes my a wodhya Fantom dhe alloes gul an oberenn. Nyns o hemma travyth a-der pollans pur dhymm, heb mar – drefenn na welsen marnas nebes a’n jynn-nija re dheklinsa dhiworth an ebron-nos rag gasa koedha ‘Ifarn-yn-Kanna’ warnan. Y kallsa ev bos ‘Tiger Moth’ po ‘Spitfire’ – mar pe travyth a-der ow notyansow rag barna y honanieth. My re welsa hwarvosow a’n par ma dre rolyer nowodhow gwrys dres an vresel Vietnam. Dhe wir, moy reudhys en vy gans gwel gorlosk an dus vyw, gwer, benynes ha fleghes – dynasogyon, yn brassa rann - ages an euth ow tisplegya a- rag ow dewlagas. Byttele, an skrijans, ughel y bych, ow tos dhiworth kansow a zombis gannboeth yw neppyth na allav nevra ankevi. Y tasdheuth dhymm ow gwel ha’m klywans – tamm ha tamm. Y pesya berrdermyn imaj warlergh an lughesenn ha’n senyans ughel y’m diwskovarn. Byttegyns, yth esa dhymm gwel ha klywans lowr rag effeythi unnweyth arta ‘Towl B’. Meryl anfeusik re via trigores Kollji Sen Hilda. Hi (ha kothes dhedhi) re dhiskwedhsa dhymm a-dro dhe’n gollji – ha, keffrys, i re’m galwsa dhe gevrenna boes-kollji gansa. (Hag yndella, my a grysi yn anfel Meryl dhe vos tennys dhymm yn romansek. Byttegyns, nyns o henna an kas – hi o yn sempel myrgh hweg ha hegar re dhothya dhiworth an pow.)