A Colossal Cave Adventure
> "spelunk".cave_in() => [ ["spelunk", "to explore caves, to go a-caving"], ["uh", "an interjection to express hesitation"], ["sulk", "to become sullen, withdrawn and aloof"], ["suck", "by partially establishing vacuum, one drew in"] ["sunk", "to have failed, dropped, descended, gone beneath surface, even inserted into"], ["punk", "dry, decayed wood. of inferior quality", ["puck", "to hit or strike, and demon, evil spirit, hobgoblin"], ["plunk", "to twang; to pluck the strings of a harp; to hit, set down, or sit quite quickly. a heavy blow, or sound that's made by something sunk abruptly"], ["pluck", "to pull out or off. apirited determination and courage"] ["luck", "to succeed by chance or good fortune], ["lunk", "an awkward, heavy, or stupid person"], ["lung", "an essential respiratory organ"], ["slung", "to throw with sudden motion. from shoulder, o'er-hung"], ["sung", "vocalized, melodious, musical notions; sounds, as in those they'll make, when we share what we've found"] ]
Often, when digging inside of larger words, one taps into vast catacombs of consonance within the consonants. When every word within another seems its child, or its brother. Sister syllables speak of southern tongues, of lines long since entwined, of the way the concepts run; one into another, morphing - scruff, rough fur. Furious, yes? But carried to terms, form mother words that relate the rest. Language, as they say, is incessant. Tempestuous. Temptress, to the best of us.
Empress, for the rest of us.
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