Isaac wants to paint yellow. Daisies? Bananas? The Sun? Lemons? Chips? Jings face? No. Just yellow. He wants to paint yellow. Isaac wants a paintbrush. He wants a paintbrush with pot of yellow paint. And he wants to paint the contents of the yellow paintpot with the paintbrush onto a piece of paper. Isaac wants to paint yellow.
After reading that you probably thought. ‘Aw, Isaac. What a cute kid. He just wants to mess about. Splash yellow paint on a piece of paper without a thought for complex ideas such as painting objects. You imagined him saying ‘lello. I want lello’, in a really cute kiddy voice.’ Unfortunately this is not a film, but a piece of writing and therefore your assumptions, however clever you might be, are not infallible. In this case, yours is almost entirely incorrect. Isaac is my father. He’s 46 and owns a multi-millionaire law corporation. Sac, as he is familiarly called, is renowned for his intellect and sagacity. Yet for all his rationale and charisma he possesses a bizarre, and perpetual obsession with yellow paint. Isaac wants to paint yellow.
My name’s Durd. You’ve probably never heard the name before, have you? Isaac loves curd. But of course I couldn’t be called curd. So i’m… Durd. Starting to get an idea of my father? Before you presume that this story is about Isaac wanting to paint yellow, let me tell you that I am a supercilious bastard, and as admirable as my father is, I would never write a story about him.
Would you rather lose a your right ear or your left? Your right testicle or your left? Oops. Bit obscene. What about your mum or dad? Elma or Isaac? Which of those questions is the hardest for you to answer? I’m guessing it’s the 3rd one. Is it because the first 2 questions involve one item which is less important and easier to divulge? Certainly not. Both perform replica functions (unless you have some quirky superstition) So why’s the 3rd question so hard to answer? You can answer that for yourself.