When one by one our ties are torn, and friend from friend is snatched forlorn; when man is left alone to mourn, oh! then how sweet it is to die!
Nevertheless, one doesn't have time to think, oh, well, this is a quarter tone sharp, or flat.
If there was a blog with five listeners or viewers, I had to be on it. Now I have to be on fewer media, but more substantive media.