Friday, February 6, 2009

beelzebub's wiles: a metaphor

Sometimes an Eskimo would catch a wolf with a knife. He slathered the knife with blubber and buried the hilt in snow or ice. A hungry wolf would scent the blubber, find the knife, and lick it compulsively with numbed tongue, until he sliced his tongue to ribbons, and bled to death.
--Annie Dillard, Pilgrim at Tinker's Creek

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