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Are these really the "ten greatest hyperboles of all time"? We could lie (hyperbolically, of course) and
say, "Absolutely!" But sooner or later you'd realize that even the title of this article illustrates the
classical figure of exaggeration.
Although we may not have found the greatest examples of hyperbole (but who's to judge?), these ten
passages from stories, poems, essays, speeches, and comedy routines should help you understand
some of the ways in which hyperbole can be used to dramatize ideas and convey strong emotions.
Critic Stephen Webb once described hyperbole as "the poor relation of the tropes family, treated like a
distant relative whose family ties are questionable at best." Poor, distant, questionable--and juvenile
to boot. "Hyperboles are for young men to use," Aristotle said. "They show vehemence of character,
and this is why angry people use them more than other people."
The Roman rhetorician Quintilian held a more sympathetic view. Hyperbole isn't a deceitful lie, he
insisted, but rather "an elegant surpassing of the truth":
Hyperbole lies, but not so as to intend to deceive by lying. . . . It is in common use, as much among
the unlearned as among the learned; because there is in all men a natural propensity to magnify or
extenuate what comes before them, and no one is contented with the exact truth. But such departure
from the truth is pardoned, because we do not affirm what is false. In a word, the hyperbole is a
beauty, when the thing itself, of which we have to speak, is in its nature extraordinary; for we are
then allowed to say a little more than the truth, because the exact truth cannot be said; and language
is more efficient when it goes beyond reality than when it stops short of it.
(Institutes of Oratory, A.D. 95)
Or in the words of the philosopher Seneca, hyperbole "asserts the incredible in order to arrive at the
credible" (On Benefits).
In defense of hyperbole as a forceful figure of speech, we offer these ten examples of the trope at its
best--imaginative, insightful, and appropriately outlandish.
1. Monty Python on Being Poor
Michael Palin: You were lucky. We lived for three months in a brown paper bag in a septic tank.
We used to have to get up at six o'clock in the morning, clean the bag, eat a crust of stale bread,
go to work down mill for 14 hours a day week in, week out. When we got home, our Dad would
thrash us to sleep with his belt!
Graham Chapman: Luxury. We used to have to get out of the lake at three o'clock in the
morning, clean the lake, eat a handful of hot gravel, go to work at the mill every day for
tuppence a month, come home, and Dad would beat us around the head and neck with a broken
bottle, if we were lucky!
Terry Gilliam: Well we had it tough. We used to have to get up out of the shoebox at twelve
o'clock at night, and lick the road clean with our tongues. We had half a handful of freezing cold
gravel, worked 24 hours a day at the mill for four pence every six years, and when we got home,
our Dad would slice us in two with a bread knife.
Eric Idle: I had to get up in the morning at 10 o'clock at night, half an hour before I went to bed,
eat a lump of cold poison, work 29 hours a day down mill, and pay mill owner for permission to
come to work, and when we got home, our Dad would kill us, and dance about on our graves
singing "Hallelujah."
Michael Palin: But you try and tell the young people today that, and they won't believe ya'.
4. Hume on Self-Interest
'Tis not contrary to reason to prefer the destruction of the whole world to the scratching of my
finger.
(David Hume, A Treatise of Human Nature, 1739)
5. Márquez on Rain
At that time Bogota was a remote, lugubrious city where an insomniac rain had been falling since
the beginning of the 16th century.
(Gabriel Garcia Márquez, Living to Tell the Tale, 2003)
7. Marvell on Courtship
Had we but world enough, and time,
This coyness, lady, were no crime.
We would sit down and think which way
To walk, and pass our long love’s day;
Thou by the Indian Ganges’ side
Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide
Of Humber would complain. I would
Love you ten years before the Flood;
And you should, if you please, refuse
Till the conversion of the Jews.
My vegetable love should grow
Vaster than empires, and more slow.
An hundred years should go to praise
Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze;
Two hundred to adore each breast,
But thirty thousand to the rest;
An age at least to every part,
And the last age should show your heart.
For, lady, you deserve this state,
Nor would I love at lower rate.
(Andrew Marvell, "To His Coy Mistress")
8. Burns on Love
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.