"So this is our ranking system," said Chomsky. "As you can see, the highest rank is yellow."
        "And the new ideas?"
        "The green ones? Oh, the green ones don't get a color until they've had some seasoning. These ones, anyway, are still too angry. Even when they're asleep, they're furious. We've had to kick them out of the dormitories - they're just unmanageable."
        "So where are they?"
        "Look," said Chomsky, and pointed out of the window.         There below, on the lawn, the colorless green ideas slept, furiously.