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His Master's Voice (1898) by Francis Barraud. His Master's Voice (HMV) was the name of a major British record label created in 1901 by The Gramophone Co. Ltd. The phrase was coined in the late 1890s from the title of a painting by English artist Francis Barraud, which depicted a dog named Nipper listening to a wind-up disc gramophone and tilting his head.
Dewey Decimal. 891.8/537 19. LC Class. PG7158.L39 G613 1984. His Master's Voice (original Polish title: Głos Pana) is a 1960s science fiction novel written by Polish writer Stanisław Lem. It was first published in 1968 and translated into English by Michael Kandel in 1983. The book incorporates a "message from space" theme.
- Stanisław Lem
- 1968
Sep 22, 2009 · His life is calling. Sweet soldier boy, the speaker's bleeding. He hears his master's voice, do you hear your master's voice? Calling, like the lady siren's call. [Verse 3] Sweet soldier, quiet ...
Jan 17, 2020 · My professors: Dr. Alissa Walters Deeter, who served as the foundation of my studies in classical voice; Dr. Grymes, the most encouraging and informative to help me with this paper; Dr. Dupont, who graciously has taken time to be a part of my project committee; Dr. Priwan Nangongkham for his hospitality, for allowing me to perform these art ...
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Stanisław Lem, Michael Kandel (Translator) 4.09. 4,926 ratings458 reviews. Twenty-five hundred scientists have been herded into an isolated site in the Nevada desert. A neutrino message of extraterrestrial origin has been received and the scientists, under the surveillance of the Pentagon, labor on His Master's Voice, the secret program set up ...
A Look Inside His Master's Voice. From the moment I landed on the roof, through all the meetings and conversations, the feeling never left me that I was playing a scientist in a grade-B movie. The feeling was strengthened by the room — or, rather, suite — in which they put me. I cannot remember ever having at my disposal so many unnecessary ...
