"The something gloom Of my soul's deep and dreary catacomb."

— Huxley, Aldous (1894-1963)

April 1955
"The something gloom Of my soul's deep and dreary catacomb."
Metaphor in Context
"She shook her head; then, frowning at her paper, she read aloud, 'The something gloom Of my soul's deep and dreary catacomb. I don't like it, do you?' I had to admit that I didn't. 'And yet it's exactly what I want to say,' she went on. I had a brain wave. "What about tomb?' Her face lit up with pleasure and excitement. But of course, of course! What a fool she had been! The red pencil started to scribble at a furious rate. 'The something gloom,' she declaimed triumphantly, 'Of my soul's irremediable tomb.' I must have looked dubious, for she hastily asked me if I thought irrevocable tomb would be better. Before I could answer there was another, louder sound of strangling. I glanced toward the window, then back, at the poetess. 'Isn't there anything we can do?' I whispered. The girl shook her head. 'I looked it up in the Encyclopaedia Britannica,' she answered. 'It says there that asthma never shortened anybody's life.' And then, seeing that I was still disturbed, she shrugged her bony little shoulders and said, 'You kind of get used to it.'''
(p. 76)
Searching "soul" at Harper's Magazine online
Huxley, Aldous. "The Genius and the Goddess (part I)." Harper's Magazine. (April 1955): 73-86. <Link to Harper's>
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The Mind is a Metaphor is authored by Brad Pasanek, Assistant Professor of English, University of Virginia.