An idea _brillant_, a burning thought.

Senor, you asked me why, in my desire to see the colours of my country, I snatched at paper and blood.

Can you not understand the ancient sanctity of colours?
The Church has her symbolic colours.

And think of what colours mean to us--think of the position of one like myself, who can see nothing but those two colours, nothing but the red and the yellow.

To me all shapes are equal, all common and noble things are in a democracy of combination.