Look who’s calling the cauldron black.” “Kettle. It’s a kettle. Get your metaphors right.” “That wasn’t a metaphor. It was a, you know…” He stared off into space, blinking. “One of those things that’s symbolic of another thing. But isn’t the same thing. Just like it.” “You mean a metaphor?” “No! It’s like a story…like…a proverb! That’s it.” “I’m pretty sure that wasn’t a proverb. Maybe it was an analogy.” “I don’t think so.
