My father once nearly came to blows with a female dinner guest about whether a particular patch of embroidery was fuchsia or magenta.

But the infinite gradations of color in a fine sunset - from salmon to canary to midnight blue - left him wordless.

Alison Bechdel

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Whatever it was I wanted from my mother was simply not there to be had. It was not her fault.

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