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Show 38, Jeffries, Islamorada [Section 4] the way a bird would see the roofs, the ruby-throats, ruby-throated hummingbirds coming across the flat Delft-blue water. . . "Reds and blues working their daily compromise. "Where we need the blues. Sky blue then horizon blue. . .a mauve island, indigo Islamorada. But you'd have to put it into words." "Yeah when I get that mood indigo--" he began, and there was a carelessness in his tone which when combined with the one thing the Parson had told him which he had believed, that a man can't serve two masters, well these were attitudes as dangerous to his art, as dangerous to art as the iconoclast fleet off Ravenna. "When the deep purple falls. . .over sleepy garden walls. . "Sure Dorian, someone had already put it that nicely, and long ago, when you were perhaps a child, but there's no reason to believe that Maoist-Beetle nonsense about how there's nothing you can do that can't be done." "Tyrian purple," he interrupted, "from the little shellfish, how about royal purple, at dawn, when the spirited golden children are loosing their craft in the harbor, and Islamorada is bustling like some tiny Phoenicia. . ." But they tailed off into silence, there was |
