Device for converting sound waves into electrical energy

Usage examples of microphone.

Rhetoric was a way of speaking, arguing, persuading, that was necessary in a democracy where the assemblies were large, where there were no microphones, and where it was necessary to sway others in debate.

An audile, sensory home like that soundmen provide for the sequences of film where there is no human speech, holding up their microphones in an empty room where the quality of silence contains vanished voices, vanished heartbeats.

That buzz that can only really be attained by being up on stage bawling into a microphone and working up a good old sweat.

She plucked her tiny microphone off her bikini top and tossed it into the swimming pool.

There were microphones and a Revox A77 tape recorder which Paul used to produce a long-drawn-out echo that made even the stoned bongo playing of his non-musician friends sound terrific.

She was left standing alone fifty feet off the ground with a dead microphone and a doddery old man for company.

He made his way up to the microphone as the emcee called out his name.

Corello had never seen anything like it: Hundreds of reporters and curious civilians rushed at Flyte the instant they saw him, pulling and tugging at the professor, shoving microphones in his face, blinding him with batteries of camera lights, and frantically shouting questions.

The newsmen grew restless as Flyte cleared his throat half a dozen times, loudly, into the microphone, but when he began to speak at last, they were enthralled within a minute.

He took Flyte by the arm and hustled him through a door behind the makeshift platform on which the microphones stood.

Pulling away in sudden consternation, Goldy followed the opposite direction, and the microphone behind the radiator snapped suddenly into view.

In sudden rage, Goldy seized both microphones, and dashed the instruments against the wall.

Then the dictograph connection had been broken when Goldy had torn the microphones from the wall.

Jim Morrison onstage in full leather regalia, clutching a microphone, a softly lit, expertly retouched studio publicity still of Lawrence Harvey, a sultry James Dean exuding the scary longeur of the temporarily sated predator, a grainy shot of T.

The microphone in his helmet beamed his words to the mother ship, which received them and relayed them back over the entire lunarscape or even, when desired, back to Earthbase.