Mary lives in a black-and-white room, learning about the world from black-and-white books and from a monitor that shows the world in black-and-white, explained by lecturers who I suppose are also her examiners.
Mary felt contentment in her room. The shadows flickering on the screen. They emanate from others who inhabit black-and-white rooms with monitors and books.
There's beauty in the subtle tones of gray flowing across the monitor. There's beauty in the words that march in ordered ranks and files across the pale monotony of paper.
I'll stipulate that the door opens onto a lush garden, blooming outrageously, visited by flamboyant butterflies and birds. Mary steps out.
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