In Poverty Gully, there is a library of stone where Ordovician volumes of mauve, ochre
and dove-grey are shelved with their spines pointing north.
(Annie Hunter, ‘Graptolite’, Plumwood Mountain, 6)
During summer, on the other hand, these pebble heaps were carefully avoided and the charm verses belonging to them were never uttered, lest their inherent magic power should cause the sun to scorch to death both men and animals; for the very presence of these black pebble heaps at Inggodna was believed to be one of the reasons for the long and fierce heat-waves that afflicted the Horseshoe Bend area each summer.
(T. G. H. Strehlow, Journey to Horseshoe Bend)
Lovely maidens sit in close proximity to the roots of the lovely trees singing the most lovely songs while they play with all kinds of lovely objects as for example golden ingots, silvery fishes, crans of herrings, drafts of eels, codlings, creels of fingerlings, purple seagems and playful insects.
The girl read about the many lives of swans flying around mystical, mist-covered palaces of prince who also became white swans. Curly wing feathers of black swans became the black curly heads of warriors in epic hunts, in places where the fiercest steps or the bravest of heroes stalking along the banks of a coal-black river to kill a swan prince, might just as easily end in the hunter’s death, or a swan that became a prince, or dead princes lying beneath waters flowing with green-grey algae.
(Alexis Wright, The Swan Book, ‘The dust ends’)
Each story was written in a different coloured ink which, as their convict scribe describes, had been made by various ingenious expedients from whatever was at hand: the red ink from kangaroo blood, the blue from crushing a stolen precious stone, and so on.
(Richard Flanagan, ‘The pot-bellied seahorse’, Gould’s Book of Fish)
Thus our idea of gold may at first be a yellow colour, weight, malleableness, fusibility; but upon the discovery of its dissolubility in aqua regia, we join that to the other qualities, and suppose it to belong to the substance as much as if its idea had from the beginning made a part of the compound one.
Many statements are true, which make no claim to give a definition; no one in saying that buttercups are yellow imagines that he is giving a definition of buttercups. …Others may maintain that what causes an action to be good is the fact that it produces pleasure, but a statement of what causes an action to be good is not a definition of goodness; we might similarly say that light of a certain wavelength causes the colour yellow, but this would not be a definition of yellow.
…It can be stated that yellow is the complementary colour of blue, that it is the limit of a series of colours passing from red through orange, that it is the colour of certain natural objects like buttercups and sulphur, and so on.
(W. Lillie, An Introduction to Ethics, 6.4)
Indeed there is no stone, the colour of which is more delightful to the eye; for whereas the sight fixes itself with avidity upon the green grass and the foliage of the trees, we have all the more pleasure in looking upon the smaragdus, there being no green in existence of a more intense colour than this.
(Pliny the Elder, Natural Histories XXXVII.16)