Let no one say that Twitter is always...

Useless or obnoxious or whatever; it is not. I don't find it to be so at all, really, because I don't pay attention to the useless obnoxious rudeness and so forth: some of the people I follow tend to be choleric or insensitive but one of the reasons I use Twitter is to see what people outside of my little cubiculum are up to.

Anyway, someone yesterday quoted the blessed Hugh of Saint Victor:

There is green, the most beautiful [color] of all. How it enraptures when shoots come forth with new life & standing up in their stalks, which seemed to have been trodden down by death, bud forth together into the light in a symbol of the future resurrection.

He told me it was from Hugh's De tribus diebus so I went this morning-- having yesterday forgotten all about it-- to Migne, volume 176. All I found at the first couple of skims of the table of contents was chapter 26 De tribus diebus invisibilis lucis in the 7th book of the Eruditionis Didascalicae libri. But I read and searched about and, in the 12th chapter of book 7, under some editor's title De rerum variis coloribus, found the text Dr S. had cited. 

Had to find some of Adam's work, since Hugh was not a composer....

Migne assembled such a vast quantity of matter, from editions of a great range of quality, ahem, that it's no wonder that this or that is misindentified or, perhaps better phrased, that this or that is better understood and better edited these days. 

The blessed Doctor's text, as it is in Migne:

Postremo super omne pulchrum viride, quomodo animos intuentium rapit; quando vere novo, nova quadam vita germina prodeunt, et erecta sursum in spiculis suis quasi deorsum morte calcata ad imaginem futurae resurrectionis in lucem pariter erumpunt.