It is on some, but not all, of these misty autumn day-breaks that one may hear the chorus of the quail. The silence is suddenly broken by a dozen contralto voices, no longer able to restrain their praise of the day to come.
I can spot a musical type. I can tell by looking at a woman whether she is a contralto or a soprano.walther funk
1 Kalki 08:13, 17 August 2008 (UTC) 1 InvisibleSun 21:46, 17 August 2008 (UTC) 3 Peace and Passion ("I'm listening....") 05:55, 12 August 2009 (UTC) I usually do not agree with Zarbon's votes here (and never his reasonings), but there is "something" to this quote. I can spot a musical type. I can tell by looking at a woman whether she is a contralto or a soprano. ~ Walther Funk (born August 18)