Once there were two color kittens with green eyes, Brush and Hush.
(Margaret Wise Brown, The Color Kittens)
From THE WHITE GARDEN (1995)
When I saw that Robin Cadwallader had recently published a novel titled ‘The Book of Colours’, I went back to my novel ‘The White Garden’ in which there is a long section called ‘The Book of Colours’. This one of mine is narrated by St Teresa of Avila. She is reflecting on moments in her life, taking as her prompt her memories of different colours.
Here is her piece on ‘The Cinnamon Walls of the Incarnation Convent’:
“I crossed the humped bridge over the little stream, and soon I saw the elms, their bare branches black amongst the snow, etched against the cinnamon walls of the Incarnation. I paused, small, and I drew in my breath. The crisp air entered my throat and lungs, and I felt an intense pain. Summoning all my resolve, I crossed the vestibule where the floor was cobbled and the…
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Nous avons cinq recueils de ce genre : le livre russe, connu sous le nom de Livre Orange (désormais L. O.), le livre français ou Livre Jaune (L. J.). le livre belge ou Livre Gris (L. G.), le livre allemand ou Livre Blanc (L. B.), enfin celui que le Gouvernement anglais a publié sous le titre de Correspondance du Gouvernement britannique relative à la Crise européenne, que nous désignerons par l’abréviation Cor. B.
(Émile Durkheim & Ernest Denis, Qui a voulu la guerre ?, Avant-propos)
‘White is the colour for a cheerful character ; a man in trouble wears shabby clothes. Purple (purpureus) is the colour for the rich, red (puniceus) for the poor. A Captain wears a purple chlamys ; girls are dressed in foreign style. A pimp wears a costume of variegated hue ; a harlot is given a yellow mantle to indicate her avarice. …’
(Donatus, quoted by W. Beare, The Roman Stage, ch. 24)
I recall the joyful days when, together as one, we steered our course, our long blue tails flexed against the air, through the tip tops of the caraiba.
(Carmel Bird, ‘Extinction of species―Spix’s macaw, a love letter to Lola’)
He thus took delight in the blue and the grey ocean, the beauty of snow clad mountains and of the green lowlands, the magic of the north woods and the grandeur of southern vegetation, the atmosphere of landscapes upon which great historical memories rest, and the peace of untouched nature.
(Freud, ‘The disappointments of war’, in Reflections on War and Death, tr. A. A. Brill & A. B. Kuttner)