its roseate hue

“At Grand Island he ate dinner, and the food sobered him somewhat. It
sobered him too much, in fact, for he could not stand himself sober
these days. He began drinking again, as soon as he was on the Verdon
train, and gradually the world reassumed its roseate hue.”

—Jim Thompson, Heed the Thunder, 1946.

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