Towards the end of the book it looses it's importance, and therefore stops looking important, "the conch lay at Ralph's feet, fragile and white". It starts off as a deep, gleaming cream colour, with patches of pink, but ends up white and drained of power. ...
Not a patch of sea weed in sight. The fine white sand is burning your feet as you hear the sound of the waves crashing and the cool sea breeze brushing by. ... The wave pushed my further and faster as it I could feel the wave breaking on my body and there I was back at the shallows again floating in with the white wash and was ready for another wave. ...
Just being white was a crime and I've witnessed this countless times. ... My siblings and I grew up being called vulgar racial slurs and attacked when walking down the street for just being born white and living where we lived. ... I even witnessed two Latinos stab a white inmate in the neck multiple times with a sharpened down toothbrush. ... Six years ago my uncle hit a rough patch in his life once he realized he was forty-nine years old and had no wife, no children and lost his job. ...
"A nightmare network of ganglia, charged and firing without my knowledge, cuts and splices what I do see, editing it for my brain" -Annie Dillard If someone show me a white cup with red stripes and ask me what it is, I would look at that person with astonishment and answer him, "It's a cup. ... According to the book Space and Sight by Marius von Senden, newly sighted people would answer, "It is a white thing with red marks." ... The cup really is a white thing with red stripes; the person who has just gained his vision does not know that the thing he looks at is called...
As we step out of the air-conditioned car, you are blasted with the smells of freshly cut grass and the warmth of the sun shining upon you from way up in the light blue skies merged with white fluffy clouds. ... There is a stairway consisting of three stairs leading to the white painted door with a rusty name tag reading "Wilder.... At the back of the property, there is a patch of tall, ghostly quaking aspen trees that are coverage for the wild deer that reside there year after year. ...
My great, great grandma took me to a garden full of red roses because she would always have me go and get her some red roses from the roses patch we had. ... The teddy bear was white with a red ribbon around the teddy bears neck in a bow. ...
