standing in the garden, he promised that one day he would buy her all sorts of mysterious, rare, and marvelous things, including pure colour—not something that was coloured, but colour itself! Colour itself came in hard little circular discs, and was shiny like a polished stone or polished jewel, but with its colour deep inside it.
unlike a gemstone, it didn't emanate colour. Its colour sat there, turned inwards. Pure colour was introverted, like a shy little animal.