Scattered Closets, Emotion, and Binding Metaphor.
He claimed he didn't have any emotions. “Oh” I said, perhaps taking him a little too seriously, and answering him a whisper. At least 20 percent of anything I said is bullshit unless I'm whispering. “Do you feel they are more muted than other people, or do you just keep them all in the closet”? I don't remember him answering the question directly. “I think they wouldn't be on hangers” he added. “They'd be all wrinkled at the bottom”. “Aw.” I said at last a bit hopefully “You're being metaphorical”. “No”. He was in fact, just being funny. “Why not let it be a metaphor? Is that somehow unmanly?” “Er... probably high school english teachers” he replied caught in a corner, until he was freed by the fact that he was no longer speaking. He never explained what he meant by that, at least in so firm a fashion as I understood it. But it was a sleepy conversation after all. But after work and a walk home, I got to thinking. Or more likely, I got to thinking about things a