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09/26/2010

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I can easily imagine Burton's line being sung with wide intervallic leaps and harpsichord accompaniment.

Don't forget that Seamus Heaney line about "the bleb of the icicle."

Also, bleb sounds like a Unix command.

Good grief, you poor thing. I had no idea this sort of thing went on with breastfeeding. Excellent story though, as you say.

You'll be pleased to hear that the word "bleb" is still going strong in the north of England and we commonly use it to refer to blisters or pustules (as we hobble round dying of the Black Death, etc.)

Via Wordnik:
"COOPER: You have been listening to Secretary of State Colin Powell, where in bleb, appearing with Lebanese Foreign Minister Jean Obedy (ph).
—CNN Transcript May 3, 2003"

http://www.wordnik.com/words/bleb

Never heard of bleb but then I'm in the south of the UK. No black death here either.

Ben: Indeed. I hadn't thought of the harpsichord myself, but now I can't not imagine it.

Kevin: I wonder what bleb would do. I keep trying to come up with something clever and falling short--but surely there is some perfect Unix role for it to fill.

Nellig and Betty: I am pleased! Thank heaven for the plaguey North. ... Wait! That's not what I meant! Ahem. Anyhow, this is an intriguing linguistic datum. I wonder what the currency of "bleb" is in Scotland.

David: Poor Colin Powell, blebbed by phonetic transcription. I'm not sure whether I'd rather imagine that he was covered in blisters or like the Boy in the Bubble.

You all might enjoy these pustule related words, as well.

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