“The colors that a speaker "sees" often depend very much on the language he speaks”

— Peter Farb

Word Play (1974)
Context: The colors that a speaker "sees" often depend very much on the language he speaks, because each language offers its own high-codability color terms.

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American academic and writer 1929–1980

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