When I hung around the University of Arts more (they let us use their studio for electro acoustic music), I wore signal orange pants and a psychedelic bright fleece something. It felt right that way often.

When Brian Eno showed up I was the only person at the reception wearing non-blue or - gasp - a non suit.

Having next thoughts here. But why, all the colours is the right answer to "whats your favourite".

When is another good question related to this.

Today's LED lights generate colour-you-see by somewhat intelligently emitting light of more than one monochromatic LED at a time, or lighting up multi-colour emitters in sequence. Resulting "yellow" is by addition and overlap. Often that light emitter is controlled by PWM, a sort of time slicing of single-colour LEDs, used for dimming, and that makes red-green-red-green in very quick succession.

People who are tuned to faster frequencies see colourful, funny, non-yellow aberrations when those flanks on the graph go up and down.

Take a DLP type video beamer. Fast moving scenes on the screen may be faster than the colour wheel is moving, so you get three times the nearly same image on the screen of something moving. Not a whoosh of speed of a moving speedboat or whatever, some people see the same image in three colours. So a standstill of said boat in one hue, then another image of the boat, then a next, iterating along the spectrum. Weird to explain, huh.

Maybe the mild sensitivity I have for flickering of the PWM type makes the experience of art in monochromatic colours so intense for me. Where is @Stuart by the way?

Heroes, unsure, but at one lecture in the university Mario Varga Llosa read from a book, with his publisher and translator on the stage. Uni audimax theater was packed, about 1200 people or so. Mid-late 1990s, I think he was reading from Don Rigoberto.

In the discussion near the end, as you would expect, someone from the audience raised the question guaranteed to raise eyebrows, about how Llosa had at one point "consoled" someone else's wife or widow, a fact which is publicly known, "and how big was his member", which is not.

The question was asked in very polite German by someone with guts/daringly/hugely inappropriate spur of the moment. Now that was kinda a thing everybody suddenly wanted to know, nobody else would dare to even ask, and which was now waiting for how a public response might look like. 2399 raised eyebrows, a handful of awkward seconds in silence.

Yes, but no. The published moved a hand, the translator signaled back, and the next person was invited to ask their question. No need to invade that space.