It is also a metaphor for sex and never more delightfully so than in the fowl-eating scene in Tony Richardson's movie of Tom Jones . There is, however, only one place I can think of where the equation is reversed so that sex is a metaphor for food.
There is a delightful metaphor for sex in the fowl-eating scene in a movie about Tom Jones.
There is a metaphor for death in the book about Lucy Smith.
L.A. has no soul.
You are always hearing different and varied types of music.
They don't see it in San Antonio, do they?
A man with no shirt is not wearing gloves
Lucy and Charlie have things.
People in a gym with bicycles.