Choc-opoeia

I've just noticed that chocolate is an onomatopoeia.

Imagine. You're standing next to a vat, on a level with its top. It's maybe ten feet by ten feet, and nine or ten feet deep. It's full of warm, molten chocolate. This is all very Charlie and the Chocolate Factory I know, but try to take out all the Roald Dahl-ian junior gothic horror elements and under-currents. It's lovely and quiet and peaceful next to the vat. Then, oh-so-calmly, you slowly dive gently into the vat. What sound do you make as you break the surface and glide in until you're fully immersed? "Choc-o-late." Then, after a moment, you surface, and everything's quiet and all's right with the world. Mmmmmmmm.

Now, go forth and have a lovely day.