“But what of Lenore, of Lenore’s hair? Here is hair that is clearly
within and of itself every color—blond and red and jet-black-blue and
honeynut—but which effects an outward optical compromise with
possibility that consists of appearing simply dull brown, save for
brief teasing glimpses out of the corner of one’s eye. . . .
   
And her eyes. I cannot say what color Lenore Beadsman’s eyes are; I
cannot look at them; they are the sun to me.
    They are blue.”

—David Foster Wallace, The Broom of the System, 1987. The ellipses are mine.