The Charley Milward of my imagination was a god among men—tall, silent and strong, with black mutton-chop whiskers and fierce blue eyes.
(Bruce Chatwin, In Patagonia, ch. 1)
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)
And in Switzerland, instead of Mr King, I had another admirable teacher in Frau Karsten, a stern north German lady with grey hair in a ponytail, and she, like Mr King, rode a bicycle, sitting very upright with her grey hair bobbing along behind her.
(John le Carré, ‘Why we should learn German’, The Guardian, 2 July 2017)
The audience was a mix of grey hair and green hair, the now-older kids who remember Thunders from back in the day, and the actual kids who (in some cases) weren’t even born yet when the record came out.
(Caryn Rose, ‘Revisiting Johnny Thunders and the Heartbreakers’ ‘L.A.M.F.” Live at Bowery Electric’, Noisey)
…huge, like some lumbering animal, tossing back his mop of black hair, quarrelsome, smelling of beer, his great intellect somehow shining darkly through it all, like a mirror lying at the bottom of a muddy pool.
(Eleanor Dark, ‘Pilgrimage’, quoted by Helen O’Reilly, ‘The poet in her past: Eleanor Dark and Christopher Brennan’, Southerly 75.2)
…where anxiety and dysmorphia thrived symbiotically with the serried ranks of beauticians, cosmeticians, chemists, and the nail salons, whose bright windows presented a kind of colonialist tableau: small, deft Asian women working tirelessly on the long white feet of their blonde customers, painting and burnishing their pink toenails up to a violent and barbarous red…
(Elias Greig, ‘The whale ghosts’, Contrappasso)