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this will be my attempt to explain an observation, tell you something about the author, or provide some other information to enhance your appreciation of the quotation.
    This book is aimed at readers who have a deep interest in seeing languageused in creative ways. It should also appeal to readers with a professional interest in language and the effective presentation of ideas: writers, poets, journalists, speakers, preachers, speechwriters, and teachers, especially those who teach writing, poetry, and public speaking.
    In his 1625 classic Essays , the great English man of letters Francis Bacon wrote:
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    Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed,
and some few to be chewed and digested.
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    I’m not exactly sure where this book belongs in Bacon’s scheme of things, but I do know one thing for sure about how to approach this book. Go slowly. Like a museum curator putting together a special art exhibition, I have attempted to compile some of history’s greatest word paintings . So, just as you would be ill advised to rush through an art museum, it would be a mistake to speed-read your way through this book. Take the time to savor the observations and to admire the skill that was required to create them.
    Professionally, I’ve been a psychologist for over thirty years. Personally, I’m a voracious reader and a serious quotation collector. Just as some people collect coins, or stamps, or butterflies, I collect quotations. I’ve been doing it for more than four decades, and I now have hundreds of thousands of specimens in my personal collection.
    This is my fourth book in the word and language arena and like the previous ones, it has been a labor of love. But the process of writing a book is always more fun at the beginning and middle stages than at the end. For the past six weeks, with a production deadline staring me in the face, the project has consumed my life. Winston Churchill described the process best, and he did it metaphorically:
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    Writing a book is an adventure.
To begin with, it is a toy and an amusement;
then it becomes a mistress,
and then it becomes a master, and then a tyrant.
The last phase is that just as you are about to be reconciled to your
servitude, you kill the monster, and fling him out to the public.
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    Before I fling this monster in your direction, let me add one more thing. While I’ve been committed to accuracy, I’m sure I’ve made some mistakes. If you discover any errors or would simply like to offer some feedback, please write me in care of the publisher or e-mail me at DrMGrothe@aol. com.
    I’ve also launched a Web site where you can delve into the topic a bit deeper or sign up for my free weekly e-newsletter (“Dr. Mardy’s Quotes of the Week”). Come up and visit sometime: www.MetaphorAmor.com.

chapter 1
An Ice-Axe For the Frozen Sea Within
    I t was early winter, 1962, and I was in the middle of my junior year at the University of North Dakota. A charismatic American president with a grand vision had been in office for nearly two years, and a movement for racial equality, led by an eloquent Southern preacher with an equally grand vision, was beginning to take root all over the country.
    I was not tuned into these developments, though, for my priorities lay elsewhere. I was president of my fraternity, vice-president of the student senate, a member of the prestigious Blue Key service fraternity, and an officer of Golden Feather, a highly selective pep club that had the enviable task of selecting cheerleaders for the school’s athletic teams. I was, to use a popular expression of the era, a Big Man on Campus (BMOC). From the outside, I seemed to be leading a full and exciting life. On the inside, I felt cold and empty.
    To the extent I had thought it out—which, in truth, was not very much—I had hoped my extracurricular activities would bring me happiness and satisfaction. But instead of feeling good about my