Phrase indicating the approach of a somewhat loopy depression attack, as in
The Nice Painter and his Wife - a sketch from the Fast Show in which
a peaceful scene of watercolouring is invariably disturbed by the painter's
aversion to a certain colour:
Him Yes, I shall... I shall need to get the
Yes. Black! Black! BLACK! Like the clouds of DEATH that
follow me into the Forest of DOOM! And hide in the
wardrobe of DARKNESS! BLACK!
black all over his painting)
Him BLACK! BLACK!
(now he does
the same to her painting)
(then he kicks the paint box
Him BLACK! Listen! Listen! Do you HEAR? The
moon is weeping in a secret room! They tap at my window,
with tiny pools!
Her I-I think we'd better be going
home now, Johnny.