Colorful Allusions vol. 15

Though printed in black and white, great literature is bursting with vibrant color.  In this rebus-style puzzle, color words and parts of words have been replaced with colored boxes.  Try to guess the exact hue of each.  Roll your mouse over the colored boxes to reveal the missing words.  Click the colored boxes to learn more about each hue.  Special thanks to Paul Dean for his colorful research.

Down the long road into Statesville, he walked toward a realm of gold, sunset had turned all the world to gold.
 
And next morning, he was on the great road again, walking into sunrise gold. The sun came up behind him like a big red full moon, a red that was full of yellow, a red orange warm gold that absorbed all the pinks and pale reds of the morning.

—Julian Lee Rayford, Cottonmouth, 1941.

Big diamonds, big blue diamonds, how they sparkle / But what can they do to warm your soul? / When you’re lonesome in the moonlight, and need some lovin / Big diamonds, big blue diamonds, are so cold.

—Earl J. Carson, "Big Blue Diamonds," first recorded by Little Willie John in 1962.

Her evening gown was of an ivory colored taffeta. The billowing skirt did justice to the effect of the stiff, cold, voluminous taffeta, on which the grain of shifting light flowed and opened up its quiet, silver, dead, long, slender eyes. Color was provided by a cattleya pinned to her bodice. The faint yellow, pink, and purple velum, surrounded by violet petals, imparted the coquetry and shyness peculiar to members of the orchid family. From her necklace of little Indian nuts strung on a yellow gold chain, from her loose lavender elbow length gloves, from the orchid on her bodice, the fresh odor of perfume like the air after a rain wafted its charms.

—Yukio Mishima, Forbidden Colors, 1953. Translated from the Japanese by Alfred H. Marks, 1968.

His heart was a purple castle.

—Patrick Süskind, Perfume: The Story of a Murderer, 1986.

Years pass by and leave things unaltered. The same narrow, red roads run through cotton and cornfields. The same time grayed cabins send up threads of smoke from their red clay chimneys, doorways, and china berry and crape myrtle blossoms to drop gay petals on little half clothed black children.

—Julia Peterkin (1880–1961), “Ashes,” from Green Thursday: Stories by Julia Peterkin, first published in 1924.

Craig ConleyAbout the Guest Author, Craig Conley
Website: http://www.OneLetterWords.com
Craig is an independent scholar and author of dozens of strange and unusual books, including a unicorn field guide and a dictionary of magic words. He also loves color: Prof. Oddfellow

Author: Prof. Oddfellow