A particular genus of catsharks, a specific type of chain used in jewelry, and the central character in Pierre Beaumarchais’ The Barber of Seville have scarcely little in common. Just one word, really. It’s a word with an undeniable lightness, even playfulness, and acknowledged musical connotation. It’s a word that demands to be sung rather than spoken, with a smattering of vibrato if at all possible. It’s a word that paints pictures of Tuscan sunsets slipping into the horizon’s warm embrace.
Fiiiiiiigarrooooo.