The first time I remember hearing the word “personification” – a figure of speech giving a human quality or name to an inanimate object – was by my journalism professor in college. In one of his class assignments, I had written that a church tower “peaked” over a hill. A church does not have eyes, he pointed out to me. He wasn’t objecting to it, necessarily. He just wanted me to know that I had used it, and that I probably shouldn’t overuse it. Well, if he were alive today he might say, "Wayne, you’re using it again - 'father' land?" I might say, yes, I know, but this time I know I’m using it and I know why.
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