A rudimentary Meaning Collider that I had set up in our front room, comprising an inordinately large number of smarties tubes and some specially modified bellows, produced the following batch of interstitial trans-dimensional definitions:
Antithesis: Disinclined to work on post-graduate writing
Haiku: The sound emitted by a dove full of cocaine
Hexameter: An unpaid witch or warlock
Literary Prize: Hilary Mantel
Metaphor: The reason you rendezvoused with the lady
Perfect Binding: Any one of a number of episodes in Fifty Shades of Grey**
Plot development: Gardening
Luckily, before any more such output could manifest itself, the entire apparatus was consumed by a particularly ravenous Higgs-Boson that had run away from CERN.
**So I am informed.