Is the road ...
[Truck-horn choral mimicry](dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit)
"A movement that cannot see beyond the immediate political prospects of its most prominent officeholders will lose the credulity it needs to accomplish its longer-term goals."
The discernment of any loss whatever of, of all things, *credulity* among the vast sea of cognitive blanks calling itself movement conservatism is left as an exercise for that reader whose nightstand stack admits, on fugitive occasion, of imprints other than Regnery, Crown Forum and Threshold Editions.
or tuning signal ... a characteristic sound or musical phrase used in international broadcasting and by some domestic broadcasters. Played before commencement or during breaks in transmission, or (most commonly) between programmes in different languages it serves several purposes:
It assists a listener to tune his or her radio to the correct frequency for the station.
It informs other stations that the frequency is in use.
It serves as a station identifier even if the language used in the subsequent broadcast is not one the listener understands.
The practice began in Europe in the 1920s and 1930s and was carried over into shortwave broadcasts. The use of interval signals has declined with the advent of digital tuning systems, but has not vanished.
On January 31, 1882, a partially paralyzed man living with his brother and sister-in-law in a row house in Camden, New Jersey, wrote to a friend to tell him of a recent visitor to that home. "He is a fine large handsome youngster," the man wrote of that guest. And "he had the good sense to take a great fancy to me."
Thus Walt Whitman described the day he spent with Oscar Wilde. This meeting between the self-described "old rough" who revolutionized American poetry with his masterpiece Leaves of Grass and the self-anointed "Professor of Aesthetics" who was touring America with a lecture praising sconces and embroidered pillows, has been examined often in the intervening years, usually through the lens of what is now called queer history, or as an interesting, if not particularly consequential, moment in the history of literature.
But neither approach takes the true measure of the meeting's importance...
*What's that, Haim? All right, then, all five of you - though in taking a number you younguns had best, given my almost-your-gramps-in-age birth certificate, make that a bingo numberas in its battery-propelled robo-voice my talking scale reminds me for the latest time