Word: metaphoritis
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After investigating the stability of RNA, Kafatos turned to possible mechanisms for transporting the RNA to the cytoplasm. Extending his Widener metaphor, he said the first possibility is similar to a Cliffie going into the stacks to obtain the book herself while the second is like her using the library's call system, having the book delivered up to the reading room. In the first possibility, the actual users of the genetic information, the ribosomes, or protein-synthesizing particles, may carry messenger RNA from the nucleus to the cytoplasm, the cite of protein synthesis. Second, there may exist a distinct...
...grind a metaphor to dust faster than Godard, and in this pacifist fable, he grinds out dozens of familiar antiwar gambits. But this time the man ner enhances the material, and man ages to prove Borges' maxim correct...
...film's simplistic ironies could have weighed the production down. But they have been lightened with lean, clean performances and shot with Godard's customary breakneck style. Les Carabiniers does indeed rest upon a worn metaphor: in a war, winner takes nothing. If the old saw works this time, it is because Godard has placed it in the context of something as timeless as a folk tale...
...dozen excellent themes; a ridiculously Rachmanioffy piano concerto and the chanson de Maxence are particularly memorable. Demy's lyrics simple and direct ("Estelle loin d'ici? Est-elle pres de moi? Je n'en sais rien encore mais je sais qu'elle existe.") advancing exposition without heavy reliance on metaphor or fantastic imagery: Solange (Francoise Dorleac) asks her Delphine, "Qu'est-ce que tu as?" and Deneuve sings back bluntly, "Je suis triste et je m'ennuie...
Above and behind his reverence which extends to oral encounters between Piet and Foxy-looms Updike's central metaphor. He finds in sex an expression of his own Piet-like quest to recapture the past. Nostalgia suffuses him, goads him, at times frightens him. At home, in Ipswich, Mass., Updike spends hours leafing through boyhood photograph albums. "I find old photographs powerful," he says. "There's a funny thing about the way the flux of time was halted at this particular spot. You just can't get back...