Выдержка из короткого рассказа...
"..Then the phone call came. The
Cabinet editor said, "Your color is bice." I was silent, mildly ashamed at a deficient vocabulary, as well as a deficient knowledge of colors. Blue and red were striking me as quite pedestrian now. "Do you need to look it up?" asked the editor. "Don't worry if you do. I didn't know it either. It was my colleague's idea... Do you want something easier? Like yellow?"
I felt tempted to say yes. My eyes are often yellow because of a dysfunctional liver, and I immediately thought about how I could write about my liver and about the body's humors. But steeling myself, showing a flinty courage, I said, "No, bice is fine. I have a good dictionary. I'm on it. You can count on a thousand words on bice from me."..."
( Весь рассказ )