Metaphoricornality

As I was taking my History of Photography final, I had an interesting thought.

My brain is a grapefruit. (Bear with me)

When I eat a grapefruit, I slice it in half, add sugar, and then procede to eat it section by section with a spoon. After I am finished with all of the sections, I squeeze the rind with my left hand until the last drops of precious juice fill my spoon (which is in my right hand), and then I savor the grapefruity goodness for a few seconds more.

My brain understands how the grapefruit feels. I had to remember a ridulous amount of information for this final. The knowledge is equivolent to the sections of the grapefruit. My brain is the spoon extracting the pulpy flesh from the grapefruit of knowledge. When I thought I was finished extracting all the information from my grapefruit, I remembered the juice in the bottom. So, I squeezed every last ounce of juice from my brain, and came up with a few more answers which I thought that had gotten lost in the vast grapefruit chasm. And, then I moved on to the second half of the test.

The squeezed grapefruit and I can now relate.