I watched a program on television last night featuring a woman who pronounced the number four as "fo-were." For me, something like that is the equivalent of having a tire blow out while driving down the highway.
It's
the end of all forward progress. I need to pull over before severe damage is
done.
For
the rest of the program, I kept repeating fo-were every time the woman
appeared. Today, in the fresh light of morning, I don't even recall where I was
headed with the show.
But henceforth,
fo-were shall be the new four.
—Mitchell
Hegman
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