We are all tips of the iceberg.
If a writer of prose knows enough about what he is writing about he may omit things that he knows and the reader, if the writer is writing truly enough, will have a feeling of those things as strongly...
A poet can imagine an iceberg singing a melancholic song while the world leaders find it difficult to imagine proper solution to global warming.
Percy was waiting for them. He looked mad.He stood at the edge of the glacier, leaning on the staff with the golden eagle, gazing down at the wreckage he'd caused: several hundred acres of newly open...
Truth is made only for one reason to be deep down in the ocean as for the top part, they should be the lies... this is the iceberg.