tom stoppard

[cimorene]

"my hat is of a colour described by my hatter as pearl black. my pearl pinned to my lapel is of a clour described by my jeweller in literal translation from his native chinese as sunkissed dew-drop on earlobe of bathing-in-pool maiden. my earlobes are gems of their kind. my regency coat for gaming at the club is of a brocade as blue as the midnight sky over firenze. my gloves are lilac, my hose is white, my cravat is of the palest blue silk, my boots are the hand-stitched hide of unborn gazelles and my stick is ebony, filigree-ed in silver. my lamquist is slightly less pink than a sunrise though slightly less yellow than a sunset, and it is drawn by two dappled greys in black harness, and driven by a venerable coachman caped in mustard box-cloth who served as groojmj in my father's stables and who has a wise cockney wit, an example of which unaccountably fails to spring to mind."

--tom stoppard, lord malquist and mr moon, chapter 1, "dramatis personae and other coincidences"

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the details...

[sirndipiti.livejournal.com]

..as mies van der rohe is said to have declaimed, "scarlett, my dear, god (sic) can be found in the details" (or words to that effect)

'course mies is dead, so's scarlett, for that matter