More active air, a matutinal distant cock, ecclesiastical clocks at various points, avine music, the isolated tread of an early wayfarer, the visible diffusion of the light of an invisible luminous body, the first golden limb of the resurgent sun perceptible low on the horizon.
Bound in green leather, the book looks like a rare first edition with flaking gold writing on the spine and vanilla pages.
(Cassandra Atherton, ‘The live sparrow of translation’, Southerly 76.3)
Of course, if X itself happens to be small, we still have two aspects: a property of indices is the same as a list of values h : I→ V for example, the map [(1, blond), (2, red), (3, blond), (4, black)] may be a record of composing two maps through some set X of actual people, whereby we sample I people among X, then observe their hair color; from this map alone (i. e. without further investigation, recorded by like maps) we can’t tell―and it might be crucial in a criminal investigation―whether the first and third persons were the same or merely had the same hair color.
(Lawvere & Schanuel, Conceptual Mathematics, Session 6.3)
Thereat mirth grew in them the more and they rehearsed to him his curious rite of wedlock for the disrobing and deflowering of spouses, as the priests use in Madagascar island, she to be in guise of white and saffron, her groom in white and grain, with burning of nard and tapers, on a bridebed while clerks sung kyries and the anthem Ut novetur sexus omnis corporis mysterium till she was there unmaided.
A leisurely job scraping the summer-dried fish guts from his paint-weathered boat, his head down to the work, wondering about painting the boat some fancy colours—capillary red, or a kingfisher’s azure blue, or sunflower yellow. Oh! The good old days. What a memory. A reminder of the showing-off days when men were men, and the fish were plentiful, and boats never dreamt about the colour of camouflaged grey.
(Alexis Wright, Carpentaria 2)