"We’re submerged, all of us. You, me, the children, our friends, their
children, everybody else. Sometimes we get out: for lunch, to read or to
tan, never for very long. Then we all climb back into the metaphor. The
Lazy River is a circle, it is wet, it has an artificial current. Even
if you don’t move you will get somewhere and then return to wherever you
started, and if we may speak of the depth of a metaphor, well, then, it
is about three feet deep, excepting a brief stretch at which point it
rises to six feet four."
--by: Zadie Smith, The New Yorker, "The Lazy River"
An interesting story where the narrator talks about a metaphor like it's a real, tangible item.
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