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“Any important disease whose causality is murky, and for which treatment is ineffectual, tends to be awash in significance. First, the subjects of deepest dread (corruption, decay, pollution, anomie, weakness) are identified with the disease. The disease itself becomes a metaphor. Then, in the name of the disease (that is, using it as a metaphor), that horror is imposed on other things. The disease becomes adjectival. Something is said to be disease-like, meaning that it is disgusting or ugly.”

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Illness as Metaphor and AIDS and Its Metaphors

This book consists of two essays that delve into the ways in which metaphors are employed to comprehend and discuss illness. The first essay, 'Illness as Metaphor,' examines the metaphorical interpretations of various diseases. The second essay, 'AIDS and Its Metaphors,' specifically addresses the metaphorical portrayal of AIDS. Both essays offer critical insights into the role of metaphors in shaping public perception and understanding of medical conditions. more

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Susan Sontag
Susan Sontag

Susan Sontag was an American writer, critic, and photographer. Known for her unique literary style and profound thinking, her work spans various fields including literature, art, and politics. Born on January 16, 1933, she passed away on December 28, 2004. more

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