" - Her eyes . . . What's the colour of her eyes . . . ?
JEAN : Misty eyes . . . no, black . . . no, very bright . . . and penetrating . . . no, elusive . . . with a present, no, absent look, the colour of certain dreams, as gentle as the touch of a warm river in summer. You see? She's easy to recognize! "

― Eugène Ionesco , Hunger and Thirst, and Other Plays / گشنگی و تشنگی