Today’s peeve, for those of you who are collecting the whole set (also for those of you who aren’t; I’m not particular) is orbs.
Not the literal ones that are carrying out material functions, such as being part of some monarch’s regalia, and not the non-material ones that are nevertheless actual visual artifacts that can occur in flash photography.
No, I’m rendered peevish by the sort of romantic over-writing in which characters never have blue or green or hazel eyes – instead, they’re graced with sapphire or emerald or topaz orbs. Pity the poor character with brown eyes, who has to deal with chocolate orbs instead.
(It is probably fortunate, both for the characters and for the reader, that this particular school of over-writing tends to bestow evocatively-colored orbs only upon the sympathetic characters.)
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I can’t think of orbs without thinking of this line of a book review by Dorothy Parker: “The sun becomes “that round orb of day” (as opposed, I expect, to those square orbs you see about so much lately).”
Reblogged this on Madhouse Manor and commented:
Worse still are the azure orbs that fly across the room to land on the beloved….
ERR- that should be “line IN a book review.” I hope I didn’t just create another peeve for the collection.