Gotta Be in Monticello

Alexander visits Monticello for the first time and proceeds to poke fun at Jefferson's style at every possible turn, as is expected.  “What the fuck?” Alexander threw a hand over his eyes and nearly stumbled back, half-blinded by the sheer brightness of the paint. “It’s called chrome yellow,” Jefferson announced proudly, striding into the room and trailing a hand over the fine wood of a dining chair. “It cost me more to paint this room than it did to furnish it.” “Why is it so expensive? Does it give off radiation that causes blindness?”