"Chemicals class?", A teacher walks in snidely looking at the class, "This is not a matchmaking class! This is a class in which chemicals will be the only things combining! So no hand holding! Kissing, winking or other wise! "
Russets and tangerine shades of old gold flushing the very outside edge of the senses ... deep shining ochres, burnt umber and parchments of baked earth—reflecting on itself and through itself, filtering the light. — Guildenstern (Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead by Tom Stoppard)