24 April 2006

0 when the metaphors come marching home again

"The anaconda [plan] was required to hug a circumference of about five thousand miles, two-fifths dry land and rivers and the remaining three-fifths shoreline. This 3000-mile coastal portion, belly and crotch of the continent, bisected by the phallic droop of the Florida peninsula, was doubled along much of its length, both in the Atlantic and the Gulf..."
Shelby Foote, The Civil War, Vol. I, 1958

and here sit i, a former resident of the abdomen, intestine, and urinary tract, now writing in the continent's bosom. ah- they just don't make them metaphors like they used to.

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