A touch of the hand and this burning would, on the instant, beautifully
reverse itself. Eckels remembered the wording in the advertisements to the
letter. Out of chars and ashes, out of dust and coals, like golden salamanders,
the old years, the green years, might leap; roses sweeten the air, white hair
turn Irish-black, wrinkles vanish; all, everything fly back to seed, flee death,
rush down to their beginnings, suns rise in western skies and set in glorious
easts, moons eat themselves opposite to the custom, all and everything cupping
one in another like Chinese boxes, rabbits into hats, all and everything
returning to the fresh death, the seed death, the green death, to the time
before the beginning. A touch of a hand might do it, the merest touch of a
hand.
Martin Burrett on 14 Feb 19"Colours promote such emotion and are attributed to everything we see every day. Children are taught from a very young age that the sky and the ocean are blue, the grass and leaves are green, that the sun, sand and sunflowers are yellow and the night is black. But I ask you, how often have you looked at the ocean and seen green, not blue or looked up into the branches and seen a selection of oranges, yellows, browns and reds not a blanket of green. I am not suggesting that we shouldn't teach children these colour clichés, at a young age they are their first experiences of colour and form the bases of many of their first art pieces."
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