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"