‘Metaphor: a figure of speech by which a thing is spoken of as being that which it only resembles, as when a ferocious person is called a tiger‘ – Chambers Dictionary Saddling metaphor with a definition like that (which is typical, even down to the threadbare example) is akin to giving it a criminal record … Continue reading ‘Is there light in Gorias?’ – reflections on metaphor and truth
Today being a beautiful clear frosty November day I decided that a bike run was called for. In view of my recent unsatisfactory run on the Dream Roadster, I thought a change of bike was in order, so I decanted several from their hiding-place under the stairs (it's remarkable just how many bicycles you can … Continue reading Carefree car-free circular
'Walking for exercise? Pah!' My father had a way saying 'Pah!' that was peculiarly dismissive. He liked a good walk, so it seemed an odd thing for him to say, but I think it was his very love of walking that made him say it. To walk 'for exercise' carries an overtone of duress, as … Continue reading ‘Blow, blow, thou winter wind!’
Jake's attempt to cross the nightmare bridge began badly and soon got worse. So steep was the initial descent that the only way to do it was to clamber down ladder-fashion,using the wooden slats as rungs. Unfortunately, the slats were too wide to grip easily with his hands, while the gaps between them were too … Continue reading City of Desolation, Chapter 21: Across the Abyss
All right, I can see you're not convinced: how can a place called Pottiehill have a dark secret? Yet it does; I have seen it. I have pictures (though some of them are a little odd - an unfamiliar camera). But first, the curious case of Benjamin Button. (you see what I am doing here? … Continue reading The Dark Secret of Pottiehill
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