Possibly my inchoate thought was: Better to reign among booze-fighters a prince than to toil twelve hours a day at a machine for ten cents an hour. There are no purple passages in machine toil. But if the spending of one hundred and eighty dollars in twelve hours isn’t a purple passage, then I’d like to know what is.
Jack London. John Barleycorn
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[...] you find that you are really, really stoked. I don't want to get all purple about it, but body boarding the waves just offshore a tropical island on the equator is about as sublime an experience as one can find on this planet.
J. Maarten Troost. The Sex Lives of Cannibals, p.138 (2004)