Word: paled
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Yvette Mimieux is her real name; yet it sounds more like an anagram or a code phrase devised by aliens, vaguely but discernibly inventive. Her hair is naturally blonde, yet it is so impossibly pale, so much closer to moonlight than to anything found on any ordinary human head, that it seems the product of a prop department. Her complexion, clear as ice and the untroubled color of early dawn, hints of a makeup artist. Her eyes, too, momentarily blue, then grey, then aquamarine, then green, look to be explicable only if they are not eyes at all but varying...
...small man arrived cognito in Rome recently. Nobody recognized him despite the distinctive white-on-white shirt and the pale grey glistening tie. But within a few days he had turned the deep eyes of Vittorio De Sica from cordovan brown to a fatigued Chinese...
...like work in the garden; in her superbly tailored slacks and shirt, she looks jaunty enough for a cruise; nothing could ever make her nauseated. Or she finishes the velvet slippers she is whipping up for Dad; all embroidery done during The Period of Expectancy is performed under the pale light of a cut-glass chandelier, in a full-length chiffon hostess gown, no matter that it's the middle of the day. Or she shows three-year-old Junior the bassinet being readied for Baby; Junior, never having heard of sibling rivalry or displacement, smiles as he runs...
This old man comes out on 'the stage in blue-blue suit, blue shirt, blue tie, blue handkerchief. But nothing else is blue. Everyone knows his true colors come in 14-corned gold, a spray of white lies and a streak of pale green envy. Abuse turns him purple, but he never bursts into flame. When he asks politely for his violin, for example, it is tossed in a high parabola from the wings and smashes at his feet. He turns to the audience and draws every living soul to his side with the glazed-over helpless look that...
...bone-weary scientists had worked all night. But as they walked away from the lab, they seemed curiously reluctant to quit. They loitered in the cool dawn and stared at the eastern horizon. There, the pale glow of Venus marked the morning-as it has done so many times since man learned to recognize Earth's nearest planetary neighbor...