Thoughts on vox faucibus haesit

In recording his encounter with the specter of his dead wife, Aeneas recounts vox fucibus haesit (Aeneid ii. 774). In translation this would be something like "my voice stuck in throat." Passing down to us, the phrase possesses the meaning of being speechless with horror/wonder. Perhaps "dumbfounded" would be equivalent.

Having creatively, productively, and happily consumed a post-less years is an achievement in aphony that I shall always cherish. For now it is over, even if only breifly, and I post myself thus. It is for you now to be vox faucibus haesit.