The sun filtered through the trees like molten gold, well not exactly like molten gold. Trees weren't bursting into flame, people weren't becoming incredibly rich and extremely dead, and water wasn't flashing into steam. So a better metaphor might be not like molten gold.
- Terry Pratchet, The Light Fantastic
Old person monologue:
You don't get proper fill-in-nouns these days - remember old 'nickname' ancient-person-who-died-fifty-years-ago-who-you-couldn't-possibly-be-able-to-remember? Now there was a chap who knew his fill-in-nouns.
- Terry Pratchet, The Last Continent, paraphrased.
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