#2

Like a Rainbow Brite gone deranged, I take great joy --or rather, malicious glee-- assigning words their own tint of colour. Not the sundress or melancholic or Big Spender (dandelion, grey and black respectively) but adding tinture to Parker and making it dark green, or brushing a lilac hue to whimsical, and consenting enjamb to a tangerine. Edmund, of King Lear, has got to be crimson -- it is overwhelming but not acerbic.