The problem had grown into a full-bore crisis.

Then the violet and the blues will be the forecolours of the crimson red, which crowns a piece of work caressed by conscious hands, on a series of stones whose grain itself is a matter of choice - …

The blisters had wept blood for a while, leaving him literally red-handed for the rest of the night.

While unshowering, driving in reverse, or unslicing a loaf of bread, all thoughts would proceed backward as well, so nobody would even know the difference between the strange events taking place and normal life.