When I was a kid my parents used to tell me, "Emo, don't go near the cellar door!" One day when they were away, I went up to the cellar door. And I pushed it and walked through and saw strange, wonderful things, things I had never seen before, like... trees. Grass. Flowers. The sun... that was nice... the sun...
This might explain why all those linguist chaps think "cellar door" has such a nice ring to it. Either rotten childhoods, or not enough time spent in New Mexico.
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Date: 2010-02-27 04:12 pm (UTC)When I was a kid my parents used to tell me, "Emo, don't go near the cellar door!" One day when they were away, I went up to the cellar door. And I pushed it and walked through and saw strange, wonderful things, things I had never seen before, like... trees. Grass. Flowers. The sun... that was nice... the sun...
This might explain why all those linguist chaps think "cellar door" has such a nice ring to it. Either rotten childhoods, or not enough time spent in New Mexico.