I can remember classroom discussions from high school when we would talk about symbolism: "I think Gatsby represents a rich man." "You know, to me Odysseus represents a heroic figure -- that hero we all root for."
From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie, surreal quality, like when you’re on vacation in another city and Jeopardy comes on at 7:00 p.m. instead of 7:30.
It was an American tradition, like fathers chasing kids around with power tools.
Her date was pleasant enough, but she knew that if her life was a movie this guy would be buried in the credits as something like “Second Tall Man.”
Developing minds create imperfect analogies and that's to be expected. I had a very cool English teacher in 12th grade who allowed me to bring in a copy of The Wall so we could view it in class. I'm sure our ensuing discussion was laughably inane. RIP, Mr. G.