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There is a similar distinction in English English (I will not answer for Scots usage.) Crockery goes in a cupboard. Clothes go in a wardrobe - all those earnest young American fundamentalists who are only allowed to read fiction if it is by C S Lewis must need a glossary for the title page, The lion, the witch and the what?.Closet is an archaic word for a small room, but it does have one current technical usage, notably on architectural plans. The loo is referred to as "the WC" standing for Water Closet. This means when the British use the useful American term for unacknowledged homosexuality, it has slightly squalid overtones.  Both WC and wardrobe are known in American English. Also, I should have said that our idea of a closet included a utility closet etc, ie small rooms. My main observation was that cupboards never contain clothing unless you're Carrie Bradshaw. |
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« Reply #256 on: 17:01:12, 22-06-2008 » |
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Thanks you for the clarification, TF. I don't think the word closet would ever be used over here for a small room nowadays.
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To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven.
A time to weep, and a time to laugh: a time to mourn, and a time to dance
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« Reply #257 on: 17:09:15, 22-06-2008 » |
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What do you call the broom closet?
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« Reply #258 on: 17:12:03, 22-06-2008 » |
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The broom cupboard.
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The city is a process which always veers away from the form envisaged and desired, ... whose revenge upon its architects and planners undoes every dream of mastery. It is [also] one of the sites where Dasein is assigned the impossible task of putting right what can never be put right. - Rob Lapsley
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« Reply #259 on: 17:19:15, 22-06-2008 » |
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Sorry to venture so far off topic, but that's absurd. What a funky island!
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« Reply #260 on: 17:29:20, 22-06-2008 » |
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Back on topic, this is for Stanley as much as anyone. This is the North end of London Bridge at rush hour (I did not think death had undone so many, as Eliot says in The Wasteland.)  To get to the George I had to walk straight on over the Bridge and down Borough High Street. Stanley will notice the very tall, new buildings between the river and the pub some way down the street. |
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« Reply #261 on: 17:33:37, 22-06-2008 » |
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I did not think death had undone so many 'Had not thought', I think (I haven't checked). |
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« Reply #263 on: 19:46:43, 22-06-2008 » |
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« Reply #264 on: 20:22:58, 22-06-2008 » |
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I did not think death had undone so many 'Had not thought', I think (I haven't checked). Fume, spit. Time-is-now is completely accurate. OK clever clogs, can you accurately give the Wasteland quote for this picture taken 30 seconds before reaching London Bridge? |
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To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven.
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« Reply #265 on: 20:24:46, 22-06-2008 » |
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Hmm. Perhaps, autoharp. I do envy those who have the good fortune to be photogenic   I think I have something like TWO decent photos of me, from the whole of my adult life. I am intrigued by your pic of the view south over London Bridge, Don B. It's in such sharp focus and with such perfect lighting conditions and big fluffy clouds, that if it weren't for the cranes/scaffolding/"wrapping" on the leftmost of the tower blocks, I'd have thought it were one of those computer-generated images that property developers produce for advertising purposes when they're selling off-plan. |
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Oft hat ein Seufzer, deiner Harf' entflossen,
Ein süßer, heiliger Akkord von dir
Den Himmel beßrer Zeiten mir erschlossen,
Du holde Kunst, ich danke dir dafür!
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« Reply #266 on: 20:38:08, 22-06-2008 » |
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 Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled, And each man fixed his eyes before his feet. Flowed up the hill and down King William Street, To where Saint Mary Woolnoth kept the hours With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine. [Not from memory  as tinners would undoubtedly have done it. But I did know what I was looking for.  ] |
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« Reply #267 on: 20:47:30, 22-06-2008 » |
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Crockery goes in a cupboard. Clothes go in a wardrobe. This cannot be allowed to pass without a mention of St Andrew-By-The-Wardrobe, not half a mile (on the other side of the river) from The George so on topic.  |
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« Reply #268 on: 20:51:55, 22-06-2008 » |
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Wrong, George! <smug emoticon> St Mary's Woolnoth looks like this:  It is at the other end of King William Street, near the Bank of England. When Eliot was working at Lloyds Bank, he was in an office in Lombard Street opposite the clock, so his prim note on "With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine" to the effect "a phenomenon I have often observed" may be accurate, as well as a private joke. No the other end of King William Street is that for which I am looking. (Desperate attempt to avoid ending sentence with pronoun.) How was Pilgrim's Progress? Started on time for a change? |
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« Reply #269 on: 20:57:24, 22-06-2008 » |
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(a) Curses! A trick question. I walked straight into the trap. I are a not-clever clog.
(b) Tremendous. Very powerful. Only the usual operatic five minutes late starting. All three Shining Ones present and correct at the off, their impact only very slightly diminished by the knowledge that at least one of them would have had an Oystercard tucked away somewhere in her ethereal gym-slip.
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