Sad preacher nailed upon the coloured door of time

"... the proprietor brought out bolts of brocade, sateen, and velvet in a dozen colours. Purple and orange-brown, three shades of green, gold, pale yellow and icy blue, ash gray, deep red." — p 292

"After about ten minutes I was bashed in the eye by an emerald worm hanging like a jewel from a thread in the canopy, and it was then that I began to notice the butterflies: tiny lilac ones, yellow ones with polka dots and black wing tips, large ebony ones with a blaze of lime across the wing, iridescent ones as blue as lapis lazuli; huge chocolate ones with rows of butter dots, inky-blue ones, shimmering violet in the light, big ginger ones like flying biscuits, gargantuan swallowtails dipping and tumbling, and, my favourite, a velvety brown one smutted with red under-wings which it flashed like naughty knickers."
- Natacha Du Pont De Bie, Ant Egg Soup: The Adventures of a Food Tourist in Laos