“Music began clanging against the rocks up here. It is a motor horn down in the street, he muttered; but up here it cannoned from rock to rock, divided, met in shocks of sounds which rose in smooth columns (that music should be visible was a discovery) and became an anthem, an anthem twined round now by a shepherd boy’s piping (That’s an old man playing a penny whistle by the public-house, he muttered) which as the boy stood still came bubbling from his pipe, and then, as he climbed higher, made its exquisite plaint while the traffic passed beneath. This boy’s elegy is played among the traffic.
Day | Members | Gain | % Gain |
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June 18, 2024 | 70 | 0 | 0.0% |
March 16, 2024 | 70 | +2 | +3.0% |
January 26, 2024 | 68 | 0 | 0.0% |
December 12, 2023 | 68 | 0 | 0.0% |
November 03, 2023 | 68 | 0 | 0.0% |
October 04, 2023 | 68 | 0 | 0.0% |
September 04, 2023 | 68 | 0 | 0.0% |