A metaphor is not an ornament. It is an organ of perception. Through metaphors, we see the world as one thing or another — Neil Postman
A metaphor is not an ornament. It is an organ of perception. Through metaphors, we see the world as one thing or another — Neil Postman
A metaphor is not an ornament. It is an organ of perception. Through metaphors, we see the world as one thing or another — Neil Postman
A metaphor is not an ornament. It is an organ of perception. Through metaphors, we see the world as one thing or another — Neil Postman
A metaphor is not an ornament. It is an organ of perception. Through metaphors, we see the world as one thing or another — Neil Postman
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A metaphor is not an ornament. It is an organ of perception. Through metaphors, we see the world as one thing or another.

— Neil Postman
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