Perhaps there's a whole new realm of metaphor to be developed here -- "so-and-so really brushes my spine the wrong way..."; 'I thought we had genuine understanding but he had a shallow bowel...." "She made the right gestures but they didn't come from the wrist...".

Maybe there's a hit song to be written about that home for desolate mataphysicians, the Split Spleen Hotel. Oh, where's Elvis when you need him???

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