The Times is rocking some pretty seriously intellectual-sounding vox populi today in an article on “the big melt” after “the big snowstorm.” Check out this elaborate literary construction:
“It’s like a strawberry daiquiri that’s been out for five minutes and the stuff has started to separate so the syrup’s on the bottom and ice is on the top,” said Adele Morrissette, an investment banker whose office is in Rockefeller Center. “In this case, the syrup … you don’t want to know. The streets weren’t clean before it snowed.”
Or how about this exotic meditation on melting snowpiles:
“On Day 1, it was a mountain-climbing thing,” said Lisa Kovitz, who commutes to Manhattan from Ossining, N.Y. “You have to step in the footprints of the other person.
“By Day 2, someone has taken some sort of sharp object and cut the Khyber Pass in the mountain,” she continued, “but at the other end of the Khyber Pass is the lake.”
I wonder what snowy gems were left on the cutting-room floor after the Times’ man on the street was through editing?