...one supermetaphor. Perhaps we could steal a phrase from Merleau-Ponty and suggest that there are no principal and subordinate metaphors: all metaphors are concentric, like the concentricity of flesh, a metaphor for which there are no names in traditional philosophy.

Be careful not to oversteam as food will become soft and mushy, and remember to keep your pot covered throughout the process.

With him retired his ‘posse comitatus,’ / The attorney last, who linger'd near the door / Reluctantly […]

This strange organism is created when millions of single-celled animals come together to form a slimy puddle—not good for a blennophobe.