METAPHOR.................continued
"And now," the professor essayed, stabbing the listening air, "like light glancing off a bowling ball, the peeled, scrubbed and eviscerated simplicity of language is reborn. Out onto the rubbish heap goes the fisherman's net of foxy allusions. A lifeboat has been asigned to every passenger --- and just in time, too --- and we are once aain afloat on the simple raft of the declarative sentence (that lapsed Catholic of the accessible forms) and sent, shiven and humble, into orbit, unencumbered by the debris of dusty satellites, no longer pretending, every object is like another; instead every object is (is that frosty little pellet of assertion which sleeps in the folds of the newly minted, nip-waisted sentence, simple as a slug bolt and, like a single hand clapping, requiring neither nursemaid to lean upon nor the succor of moth-eaten mythology to prop it up). With watercolor purity, with soldierly persistence and workmanlike lack of pretence, the newly pruned utterance appears to roll onto the snowy page with not a single troubling cul-de-sac or detour into the inky besmudged midnight of imagery.
to be continued........... |
