Metaphors be with you
"Take it if it will help," Michael said reaching up to get
His only copy of the The Tony Cycle.
"Ever read it yourself?" Jack asked. "Nah. I let
Inquiries drive my inventory. Any book I like'll
Never sell. So I don't try to guess trends.
Forgive the dust." Michael said handing the book over.
Opening to the dedication page Jack read. "Nothing transcends
Ralph Waldo Emerson in my book." Jack looked at the cover
Momentarily before flipping to the table of contents.
All the titles seemed odd to Jack. "Twiz." "Jim knows how."
"The Horseshoe Crab" "Odysseus visits customer service." "Where the whale went."
"Inscrutable. That's poetry in a nutshell if you ask me," stated McPherson with wrinkled brow.
"Only if you don't speak the poet's metaphors," returned Jack.
"Now to see how the editions differ. Get me the one Daniel ordered too. I'll be back."
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