metaphorical utterances. That cognitive value manifestly does not derive from their usually bizarre literal meanings. Moran (1997) adds the example of embedding in conditional antecedents ("If music be the food of love, play on," or even "If music is the food of love, I'm going to buy some records"). A cognate point is that, if Davidson is right, one can never misinterpret a metaphor.6 If in response to Romeo's utterance of (2), some eavesdropper had chirped, "I get it!--Juliet depresses him because she's so stupid and she smells horrible," on the Causal Theory this would not have been an incor- rect account of Romeo's metaphorical utterance, but only evidence that the eavesdropper's mental architecture was causally different from Romeo's and from ours. Moreover, as Goodman (1981) urges, Davidson cannot allow for meta- phorical truth. If metaphorical utterances have only literal meaning, there
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