He stood in the palace of color, colorblind, surrounded by "Rossetti, Hunt, and John Millais, yet in the visual cortex of his mind, their pinks were blue, their reds were black and gray. His worthless retinal cones were still immune to color brightness--permanent, severe, congenital--but then she entered the room and colored his world like Morris' Guinevere. He now could see the reddest crimson red, and peacock, ruby, pink, and apricot. "I don't know who or what you are?" he said. "The cure," she answered with a smile. "For what?" As drenched with color in the Pre-Raph wing, she whispered in black-and-white: "Everything!"
Protanopia.
Baer, William
He stood in the palace of color, colorblind, surrounded by "Rossetti, Hunt, and John Millais, yet in the visual cortex of his mind, their pinks were blue, their reds were black and gray. His worthless retinal cones were still immune to color brightness--permanent, severe, congenital--but then she entered the room and colored his world like Morris' Guinevere. He now could see the reddest crimson red, and peacock, ruby, pink, and apricot. "I don't know who or what you are?" he said. "The cure," she answered with a smile. "For what?" As drenched with color in the Pre-Raph wing, she whispered in black-and-white: "Everything!"