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* ''[[The Da Vinci Code]]''. If [[Dan Brown]] sees as many phallic symbols everywhere as his [[Author Avatar]] Robert Langdon does, he surely has a problem.
* ''[[The Da Vinci Code]]''. If [[Dan Brown]] sees as many phallic symbols everywhere as his [[Author Avatar]] Robert Langdon does, he surely has a problem.
* Most likely an accident ([[Epileptic Trees|unless Stephenie Meyer is writing the world's biggest]] TrollFic), but the apple on the front of ''Twilight'' is totally a clitoris (the hands are the hood pulled back, the wrists and arms... You get the picture).
* Most likely an accident ([[Epileptic Trees|unless Stephenie Meyer is writing the world's biggest]] TrollFic), but the apple on the front of ''Twilight'' is totally a clitoris (the hands are the hood pulled back, the wrists and arms... You get the picture).
** Apples are actually very common in Christian imagery because they evoke the account of Adam and Eve. For example, [[C. S. Lewis]]'s ''Words To Live By,'' pictured [http://justificationbygrace.files.wordpress.com/2010/05/words-to-live-by.jpg here.]
** Apples are actually very common in Christian imagery because they evoke the account of Adam and Eve. For example, [[C. S. Lewis]]'s ''Words To Live By,'' pictured [http://justificationbygrace.files.wordpress.com/2010/05/words-to-live-by.jpg here.]{{Dead link}}
* ''Dragonfly in Amber'', from Diana Gabaldon's ''Outlander'' series, is full of this, but especially in the second book when Jamie enters a brothel armed with an enormous Dordogne sausage.
* ''Dragonfly in Amber'', from Diana Gabaldon's ''Outlander'' series, is full of this, but especially in the second book when Jamie enters a brothel armed with an enormous Dordogne sausage.
* "The Ball Poem" by John Berryman, a poem about a boy who is grief-stricken after losing his ball. After all, it ''is'' irreplaceable.
* "The Ball Poem" by John Berryman, a poem about a boy who is grief-stricken after losing his ball. After all, it ''is'' irreplaceable.