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Mauve (n.) looks ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠cold but makes you feel warm. If you catch cold easily stay away from red, but once you start wheezing, snuggle up to mauve.

Mauve (n.) is ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠speed itself. Any color going faster than usual has to pass through mauve. Mauve is the Pegasus of light, the light-handicap, the universal handicap of the color race-course. Mix a little mauve into any color and watch it accelerate.

Mauve (n.) is ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠the colon of color grammar -- it is a color tease that won’t declare itself, you can’t tell where it begins or ends, wavering between color shores.

Mauve (n.) is ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠the color of revival. It is the first reddening of blue, the color of expiration, as it nears the divine sun of Absolute Love.

Mauve (n.) is ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠the color of speed — if the iris of the eye were mauve, whenever we glanced at anyone before he caught us looking at him, his look would already be part of ours, as if it were behind a screen.

Mauve (n.) is ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠the color of speed — Shooting stars would all look mauve if our eyes could only catch them in time.

Mauve (n.) is ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠the inside-outside of all color, the death-side. At the last glimmer of twilight, the face of the West lies hidden beneath a mauve veil, the burial shroud of Night.

Mauve (n.) is ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠the supreme form of heavenly blue: lightning at its core, the essence of thunder, the violets of death, the odor of sex, the look of night, the first gleam of waking light, the featherbed of sleep, the pillow of dreams, the color of resurrection, the highest peak of light, the dovecote of the sun, the eyelashes of the invisible, where God lies down.

Mauve (n.) is ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠the telescope of colors. Tints of mauve in a color make it reach out to be seen. If lightning were purple, we would hear the thunder first. Nothing rumbles louder than a mauve twilight.