Let me know when you've had your interview, however it goes.

But sometimes they are gentle and soft like the dew on the lips of the eucharis Before the sun comes warm with his lover's kiss, You are sea-foam, pure with the star's loveliness, Not mortal, a flower, a fairy, too fair for the beauty-shorn earth, All wonderful things, all beautiful things, gave of their wealth to your birth: O I love you so much, not recking of passion, that I feel it is wrong, But men will love you, flower, fairy, non-mortal spirit burdened with flesh, Forever, life-long.

Mid level lapse rates remained barely moist-adiabatic, which is not favorable for widespread strong convection.

And you bet that each gal, not to mention each yob, Didn't care how much ooftish it cost 'em per nob.