There's an interesting
article on Language Log from a week or so ago which examines the strange and persistent trope of citing
cellar door as the most beautiful, aesthetically pleasing, evocative (take your pick) phrase in the English language.
Naturally we've all got our own list, mine including words like
mellifluous,
flange,
plinth,
halibut (natch),
vermifuge,
nibble and
crisp. The point with these is to try and divorce the meaning of the word from the basic phonetic pleasingness of the sound - difficult to do with words like
scrofula,
chlamydia and
holocaust, admittedly. If you don't even attempt to do that you end up with the sort of jaw-droppingly banal list that
this survey ended up with. Apparently the most beautiful word in English is
mother;
gag me with a spoon, as the kids used to say in the 1980s.

Anyway, most places that cite
cellar door in this context append some vague "studies show" or "linguists have found" weasel words to the claim to try and legitimise it a bit, but its origins
are somewhat murky, as the original
Language Log article and
this blog post make clear.
It seems that
JRR Tolkien is largely responsible for the trope's continuing persistence, perhaps not surprisingly as he was into vaguely
faux-Celtic-sounding placenames (Gondor, Mordor, etc.) and
cellar door sounds a bit like one of those. As if to prove the point
Ursula Le Guin invented a place called
Selidor in her
Earthsea trilogy. And of course there is
Celador the TV production company, purveyors of such delights as
Who Wants To Be A Millionaire? The phrase also crops up in the film
Donnie Darko in what could be an insignificant aside or could be The Key To The Whole Mystery; your guess is as good as mine,
frankly. Anyway, the important thing is that
T-shirts are available.
I'll steal a link from the
Language Log comment thread and leave the last word on the subject to
Emo Phillips:
When I was a kid my parents used to tell me, "Emo, don't go near the cellar door!"
One day when they were away, I went up to the cellar door. And I pushed it and walked through and saw strange, wonderful things, things I had never seen before, like... trees. Grass. Flowers. The sun...that was nice...the sun...
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