Take care the thresholds of the great don’t grow chilly towards you: this is where you’ll hear the snarl of a dog’s rrrr.
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the letter R
dogletter
(literally, after its trilled pronunciation in Latin)
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Vide sis ne maiorum tibi forte limina frigescant: sonat hic de nare canina littera.
Persius, Satires 1.108-110:
chante
et, toujours, cherchant à connaître le monde, je suis apprivoisé par une jolie nymphette sordide du Mississippi.
Tennessee, notre dessin animé le plus choquant et le plus vivant, écrit avec Shakespeare, Joyce et Faulkner, juste plus drôle; le savant Southern Gentleman et la gourmandise du monde.Big Easy brayBéatitudes au petit-déjeuner et bitume-noir, premiers signes de bâillonnement, déjeuner de cocktails, servis à côté de sandwichs aux doigts.
Sa voix n’est qu’un ethnoliguiste dont la spécialité est les reines en flammes dignes de la copulation orale qui n’écartent jamais son pantalon.
« Parlez sale avec moi, Tennessee!
Si tel était votre cas, votre équipage de bateaux à vapeur grecs vous a adopté à vie et a démontré ce que Catallus a écrit dans Carmen XVI.
First attested in the early 19th century.
Popularised by Charles Dickens' novel The Personal History of David Copperfield
R is the Dog's letter, and hurreth in the sound; the tongue striking the inner palate, with a trembling about the teeth.
1640, Samuel Ramsey, The English Language and English Grammar, New York and London: G.P. Putnam's Sons, translation of original by Ben Jonson, published 1892, page 168:
- And in this short query the dog's letter, the r, whirred through the air, like the ricket of a pheasant rising; […]1858, Rosina Bulwer Lytton, The World and His Wife, Or, A Person of Consequence […], volume 2, London: Charles J. Skeet, page 19