Auxesis (ok-see’-sis): (1) Arranging words or clauses in a sequence of increasing force. In this sense, auxesis is comparable to climax and has sometimes been called incrementum. (2) A figure of speech in which something is referred to in terms disproportionately large (a kind of exaggeration or hyperbole). (3) Amplification in general.
When is big too big? It was like my nose. I made Pinocchio look like one of those pug-nose dogs from China. It was six inches long and shaped like a broomstick. It was hereditary.
10 centuries ago it had a purpose, when the world was a magical place and there were strange creatures populating the land. Among others, there were princely frogs, cats in boots, and mermaids in the sea, in rivers, in lakes. People were on an equal footing with other creatures—helping each other and sharing the land and waters and not eating each other.
My ancestors were “Transporters.” They used their noses to provide a sort of taxi service for imps, sprites, and other tiny creatures. My ancestors wore small saddles on their noses and provided tiny umbrellas when it rained.
Sadly, all this came to an end when the Huns murdered the remnant of magical creatures who survived the plague. It was a sad day for my family. They lost some of their best friends, and their taxi-noses were no longer needed. They discovered that their ample noses were good at picking up scents. Some joined packs of hounds chasing game (often fox hunting) and others went into law enforcement sniffing out fugitives. Still others went into the perfume business ensuring the consistency of the perfumes’ scents. My most famous ancestor was Gilbert Bear. He was a wine taster. His huge nose magnified his palette’s unerring discernment of excellence in every vintage imaginable. He had a special wine glass to accommodate his nose, custom made by Venetian glass lowers from glass so clear it is nearly invisible. Truly, a priceless work of art.
Tomorrow, I’m getting my nose shortened 5 inches, down to one inch. Its dowel-like shape is being sculpted into a normal-looking nose bridge.
I arrived at “Nu-Nose” at 8:00am. There was a woman sitting there with a nose exactly like mine! My heart skipped a beat. My God! She was beautiful. I asked if she was descended from the Gascoins, drivers of nose taxis. She said no, but her ancestors, the Crompers, were nose taxi drivers too. There was a warmth between us. It was like we were meant to meet at a nose-job clinic. We had our nose-jobs, dated and got married. We have just had a baby, Mildred. She has inherited her ancestors’ noses. Already at six months it’s 2 inches long. We can’t wait to get her a nose job.
Definition courtesy of “Silva Rhetoricae” (rhetoric.byu.edu)
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