My husband has taken to crying out or braying ‘Haar, ha!’ at the wireless whenever he hears something particularly foolish, which is quite often. His bray was even louder than usual when one of those endless trailers invited us all to ‘dive deeper’.
Like a tornado, this figure of speech has thickened into reality within the lifetime of most of us.
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