Within a bony labrinthean cave, Reached by the pulse of the aerial wave, This sibyl, sweet, and Mystic Sense is found, Muse, that presides o'er all the Powers of Sound.

Fling out, fling out, with cheer and shout, To all the winds of Our Country's Banner! Be every bar, and every star, Displayed in full and glorious manner! Blow, zephyrs, blow, keep the dear ensign flying! Blow, zephyrs, sweetly mournful, sighing, sighing, sighing!

I always wondered what hearing one's own obituary might sound like, and I sort of feel like I may have just heard part of it at least.

The fact that they can double their voice capacity is a claim you're not hearing much from other carriers.

He was one of the few singers that you knew without hearing more than a few notes, that it was him.

I would guess that the hearing would be about a week after (the final briefs are filed).