A story I can’t get out of my head, every time I come across the
name Ray Bradbury:

John Heuston engaged Bradbury to write the film script for
MOBY DICK. The Director, actors and script writer stayed in
the same hotel and met regularly for meals. Every chance he
could get, Heuston would declare, “Well, Ray,how is it going!?”
Bradbury’s only answer was–”nothing!” He spent months reading
and rereading the book, until one morning he looked in the
mirror and shouted, “I’m Herman Melvill!!!” He finished the script in three weeks.

Is this part of what Frye means by “ecestatic metaphor”?

NWG