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I think the names of colors are at the edge, between where language fails and where it's at its most powerful.

A. S. Byatt

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A. S. Byatt
Age: 88
Born: 1936
Born: August 24
Literary Critic
Novelist
Poet
University Teacher
Writer
Sheffield
England
Dame Antonia Susan Duffy
Antonia Susan Drabble
Antonia Susan Duffy
Language
Fails
Think
Colors
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Edge
Edges
Failing
Color
Names
Powerful

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