And then, as if thrown by a giant paintbrush, there appeared a huge, trembling,...

And then, as if thrown by a giant paintbrush, there appeared a huge, trembling, pear-shaped blob of the purest indigo. Luminous, numinous, it filled me with rapture: It was the color of heaven, the color, I thought, which Giotto had spent a lifetime trying to get but never achieved-never achieved, perhaps, because the color of heaven is not to be seen on earth.

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