Was searching jelloware for title of the ditty--a century-ago origin but clearly in American argot--you'll see.
duh.. (still haven't made the easy search for title; realized I had in permanent-mem the exact Refrain /all ye need.)
Posit then,
Perhaps the 'topic' has led from just occasional mere-sarcasm and Oneself's?/Opponent's? argot has reached --> ummm, Full-frontal Accusative! mode (say s/he's 40+ years older, red-faced apoplexic and like that.) Y'might just have been practicing the Gotchas of recreational-fun-stuff-with words. For t'other: an Existential crisis {{sob}}
OK ... the refrain:
[...]
Come down my Rain-barrel,
Come down my Cellar-door
We *shall be Jolly-friends
For ever more
[...]
That's it. And if it's Dire-straits: you Sing that refrain ..as the temperature drops from 451
Believe that the author of above ... Got that. To a fare-thee-well (-head?)
* Only later in Ranguage-awareness was I introduced to how-it-is that, the sense, intent of usage of shall/will ... demands subtlety in the choice; for just one Singular case, I Will is stronger a determination than Shall; second-or-(collective)-Person(s): "You Shall" is a veritable Command! {silent: Or Else!}
Oblig. re-Tip-of-Hat to Stuart Chase's The Tyranny of Words It works for young-uns--he Wrote it for this--esp if precocious, on up, specially if one's mindset had been dismissive of the nuances ('cause you already Kewled the four-or-so hundred list) which gots ya through Murica ..sans a nose-punch or Ricin-dart.
Confucius was fucking-Right all along (Could 1 in 10,00 ever have heard that quip? torn from maybe-Argosy, a pulp magazine, in the '50s.)
Carrion
..while re-reading A Canticle for Leibowitz.
Remember: any One of us just might ..some years after moving from caves to thatched-roof domiciles? see *Our* "laundry list" revered as Sacred Text
(They might next carry you around on a pallet, after you've shown them how to make moccasins (Not the snake-kind.))
duh.. (still haven't made the easy search for title; realized I had in permanent-mem the exact Refrain /all ye need.)
Posit then,
Perhaps the 'topic' has led from just occasional mere-sarcasm and Oneself's?/Opponent's? argot has reached --> ummm, Full-frontal Accusative! mode (say s/he's 40+ years older, red-faced apoplexic and like that.) Y'might just have been practicing the Gotchas of recreational-fun-stuff-with words. For t'other: an Existential crisis {{sob}}
OK ... the refrain:
[...]
Come down my Rain-barrel,
Come down my Cellar-door
We *shall be Jolly-friends
For ever more
[...]
That's it. And if it's Dire-straits: you Sing that refrain ..as the temperature drops from 451
Believe that the author of above ... Got that. To a fare-thee-well (-head?)
* Only later in Ranguage-awareness was I introduced to how-it-is that, the sense, intent of usage of shall/will ... demands subtlety in the choice; for just one Singular case, I Will is stronger a determination than Shall; second-or-(collective)-Person(s): "You Shall" is a veritable Command! {silent: Or Else!}
Oblig. re-Tip-of-Hat to Stuart Chase's The Tyranny of Words It works for young-uns--he Wrote it for this--esp if precocious, on up, specially if one's mindset had been dismissive of the nuances ('cause you already Kewled the four-or-so hundred list) which gots ya through Murica ..sans a nose-punch or Ricin-dart.
Confucius was fucking-Right all along (Could 1 in 10,00 ever have heard that quip? torn from maybe-Argosy, a pulp magazine, in the '50s.)
Carrion
..while re-reading A Canticle for Leibowitz.
Remember: any One of us just might ..some years after moving from caves to thatched-roof domiciles? see *Our* "laundry list" revered as Sacred Text
(They might next carry you around on a pallet, after you've shown them how to make moccasins (Not the snake-kind.))