On Folding

He clumsily tried to fold her into his arms, a bit like folding a bottom fitted king-size sheet but not getting it right and starting over and getting it wrong again and finally saying oh the hell with it.

The Spectator calls that a "toe-curlingly bad analogy." Andrew Sullivan seems to agree, though he does offer some approval by calling it a "beaut." I'm a less critical audience; I call it metaphorical genius.