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Originally Posted by Alex Stroup
Tell it to Louisa May Alcott who wrote in Little Women "the land literally flowed with milk and honey."
Tell it to F. Scott Fitzgerald who wrote of Jay Gatsby that "he literally glowed."
Tell it to James Joyce who, in Ulysses, wrote of a Mozart piece that it is "the acme of first class music as such, literally knocking everything else into a cocked hat."
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Is the fact that I tried to read something by each of these writers at one point or another but dropped the books out of fear that I might expire due to pure, gasping boredom a good reason to invalidate your point?
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Originally Posted by €uroMeinke
How dreary language would be if we had to strip out all metaphor or fiction and were forced to only use the factual and precise. Especially since life is so full of ambiguity and appearances often are at odds with an unseen reality. We'd need a whole new vocabulary, one full of words we could never define correctly.
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Here's my only possible response: Clipped parcel viola whipple painting acrobat canticle.