He stared with fascination where the light that had passed through his prism wrought of finest crystal shone with a rainbow’s beauty upon the white wall. Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, violet—see what it was that white light was wrought from?
White light might be broken into many colors; the white page was intended to be overwritten; white cloth or hair might be dyed any desired color.
The White Wizard—that was how others knew him. But in his secret heart he began styling himself Saruman of Many Colors. He would need no others of any hue.