A Week of Assonances and Noses

You know how it is when you are young and at the beginning of the book gobbling stage, how you are always coming across difficult words like alliteration and assonance, feeling at the same time that you are supposed to understand what they mean, yet not comprehending their full meaning and feeling embarrassed about it, much too guilty and shy to admit the truth, so going on in life forgetting about the words and living blissfully without them. But good terms like alliteration and assonance do not long go forgotten and hence it was this week that they once again appeared out of the mist and became reality for me, clear, concise, and truly beautiful-- and I had to laugh that not too long ago I stumbled over such delightful terms and let them fall out of my mind just as clumsily. I suppose everything was a little uncoordinated then, limbs too newly long for my body, the constant purple swellings on knees and elbows, the stubbed toes and jammed fingers. After a long calm of several years, this week I once again seemed to walk down memory lane, or rather into it as one runs into a wall with one's head. In my defense, it was a glass panel that did look like a door and who would have thought that my momentum would carry me forward when the supposed door did not move? Who would have imagined that I would have a growing lump on my nose and would topple over a few moments later in a second of unconsciousness? Certainly those details are beyond my comprehension-- but even a knock on the noggin cannot erase the impression of an assonance now: it is firmly implanted.