I am still sitting in my cellar cell.
And what was this about the most beautiful word or phrase in the English language?
Cellar Door?
Is there always a cellar door behind… NO! Wrong beginning… false start…
Are there always cellar steps behind a cellar door?
Creeping creeps behind a creepy cellar door.
And every year there are new spiders in my cellar cell, always new shapes and sizes.
Cellar cell… cellular cellar cell.
Celluloid cellular cellar cells…
Oh, how I loathe you, Wednesday!
Most English-speaking people ... will admit that cellar door is "beautiful", especially if dissociated from its sense (and from its spelling). More beautiful than, say, sky, and far more beautiful than beautiful. Well then, in Welsh for me cellar doors are extraordinarily frequent, and moving to the higher dimension, the words in which there is pleasure in the contemplation of the association of form and sense are abundant.
J.R.R. Tolkien
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