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This morning, as I was getting ready for breakfast, I was contemplating what must, surely, be one of the finest phrases in the English language.

Not for its own intrinsic poetry, which I will grant you is minimal, nor indeed for the very pleasant experience it actually describes, but for all the additional images that it conjures up of comfort, safety, return from exciting adventures, and a sense that all is well with the world. Is there any other phrase that so encapsulates these ideals as the simple three words, hot buttered toast?

I think not.