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-ette suggests this is a small one. A full-sized one ought to be an oublie?
Still at the top of the "most wordied". Go oubliettes go!
Curious how French can make the most horrific things sound adorable:
The formidable Annette kept Jean-Pierre cloistered in her oubliette for several years until finally in a fit of pique she sent him to the abattoir.
It's a place you put people... to forget about 'em!
Hoggle was quite correct; from the French word oubliez which means 'to forget.' Oh how I do love that movie!
Huh... I always thought oubliette meant chamber pot. *blush*
This word reminds me of Labyrinth:
Hoggle: This is an oubliette, labyrinth's full of 'em.
Sarah: Really. I didn't know that.
Hoggle: Oh don't act so smart. You don't even know what an oubliette is.
Sarah: Do you?
Hoggle: Yes. It's a place you put people... to forget about 'em!
Oh, I thought it was like a suffragette who fights for the right to forget.
Hee hee hee! Now I'm picturing a street full of women wearing petticoats, waving blank signs, and swigging from bottles of nepenthe.
As Sir Hosis took another swig of eau-de-vie, his pet kinkajou perched on his shoulder like a harbinger of doom, the xiphoid scar on his cheek throbbing as a reminder of previous battles, he cackled evilly: "Now that my brother is safely stashed in the oubliette, no need to wait for a quorum" and signed the order that consigned the prisoners to a painful death.
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Oh, I thought it was like a suffragette who fights for the right to forget.
All the latest toughs, well, we have seen that stuff, and we have seen enough blood in dying coughs, which means that we have lost. We have lost, and if you’re crying to be tossed they’ll toss you down the oubliette with all the old things that you let yourself forget because you’d like to love a star who’d throw you down below the ground he thinks you are.