scurf

Yet when you get past the scurf and crust, all is precision.

The room was an invitation, he said, to search for a deeper meaning under the scurf.

Ted looked at him through a scurf of rising cigarette smoke, his blue eyes steady.

Grey static on the screen, audio scurf out of the speaker.

Even the roses in his garden have dead flies all over them, "like caps of gray scurf."

Dust and scurf flew; the horse had not been well-groomed for some time.

She drank half of it down, then wiped the white scurf from her moistened lips.

It was no more than the scurf of his skin, which was constantly shuffled off.

I spent the most part of all these three days in the creek, washing off the plantation scurf, and preparing myself for my departure.

The stranger picked at the scurf which had lodged below his finger-nail.

Only what we have touched and worn is trivial, our scurf, repetition, tradition, conformity.

The mud of years flaked off his sides in a grey powdery scurf.

A scurf of vegetation shades the sky.

There was a tall rent in the side, a gash fringed by a scurf of something black and crystalline.

Its fall kicked up a roil of dust and delicate falling flakes of scurf.

The stranger hunched down in one of the two easy-chairs and began to comb his scalp with his fingers for scurf.

Reaching inside, he hauled the monkey out by the scurf of its neck and replaced the vase carefully on its pedestal.

"King Of Scurf"

Then Sharra gave a bark of laughter, pointing to travel stains and scurf on the worn boots.

"Polish that metal clean, get all that scurf and oxide off, so the crystallizer can lay on a clean coat.

"Well, did she not make him from the scurf of her body and give him life by sprinkling him with water from the Ganges River?"

The stranger said nothing, gazing up at the pachyderm, who was long overdue for a wallow, her skin dusted with scurf and the residue of travel.

He is honoured as the patron saint of notaries and secretaries, and invoked against chilblains and scurf.

He was tall, dark and far from handsome; she was small, chirpy and was for ever brushing Kev's shoulders free of scurf.

Meam punched at the fabric, coughed out the salty taste of scurf, and yelled as a running soldier rammed him flat over backward.