{"id":4991,"date":"2018-12-16T19:19:27","date_gmt":"2018-12-16T17:19:27","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.imacandi.net\/sin\/blog\/?p=4991"},"modified":"2018-12-16T19:19:29","modified_gmt":"2018-12-16T17:19:29","slug":"analogii","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.imacandi.net\/sin\/blog\/2018\/12\/16\/analogii.html","title":{"rendered":"analogii"},"content":{"rendered":"<ul>\n<li>Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master<\/li>\n<li>He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it.<\/li>\n<li>She grew on him like she was a colony of E. Coli and he was room-temperature Canadian beef.<\/li>\n<li>She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just before it throws up.<\/li>\n<li>Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.<\/li>\n<li>He was as tall as a six-foot-three-inch tree.<\/li>\n<li>The revelation that his marriage of 30 years had disintegrated because of his wife&#8217;s infidelity came as a rude shock, like a surcharge at a formerly surcharge-free ATM.<\/li>\n<li>The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn&#8217;t.<\/li>\n<li>From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie, surreal quality, like when you&#8217;re on vacation in another city and Jeopardy comes on at 7:00 p.m. instead of 7:30.<\/li>\n<li>Her hair glistened in the rain like a nose hair after a sneeze.<\/li>\n<li>Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 p.m. traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 p.m. at a speed of 35 mph.<\/li>\n<li>John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met.<\/li>\n<li>He fell for her like his heart was a mob informant and she was the East River.<\/li>\n<li>Even in his last years, Grandpappy had a mind like a steel trap. The trap had been left out so long, it had rusted shut.<\/li>\n<li>The plan was simple, like my brother-in-law Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work.<\/li>\n<li>The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating for a while.<\/li>\n<li>He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck, either, but a real duck that was actually lame, maybe from stepping on a land mine or something.<\/li>\n<li>The ballerina rose gracefully en pointe and extended one slender leg behind her, like a dog at a fire hydrant.<\/li>\n<li>It was an American tradition, like fathers chasing kids around with power tools.<\/li>\n<li>He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if she were a garbage truck backing up.<\/li>\n<li>She walked into my office like a centipede with 98 missing legs.<\/li>\n<li>It hurt the way your tongue hurts after you accidentally staple it to the wall.<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n\n\n<p><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/www.imacandi.net\/sin\/blog\/2018\/12\/16\/analogii.html\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">analogii<\/span> <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[47,11],"class_list":["post-4991","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-diverse","tag-diverse","tag-glume"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.imacandi.net\/sin\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4991","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.imacandi.net\/sin\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.imacandi.net\/sin\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.imacandi.net\/sin\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.imacandi.net\/sin\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4991"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/www.imacandi.net\/sin\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4991\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5763,"href":"https:\/\/www.imacandi.net\/sin\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4991\/revisions\/5763"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.imacandi.net\/sin\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4991"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.imacandi.net\/sin\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4991"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.imacandi.net\/sin\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4991"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}