“Arthur shook his head. ‘I’ve always been terrible at colors,’ he said, ‘It comes from having grown up with the single-row box of crayons instead of the big box. If I’d had the big box I would now know taupe and cerise and ecru. Instead, all I know is burnt sienna. And what good does it do me? Never once I have I heard anything described as burnt sienna. Never once have I heard anyone say, “Follow that burnt sienna car.”
