Audiobooks: Compilation

Robert Ready

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Audiobooks

376

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Middle Aged (35-54)

Accents

Irish (General)

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
the next morning, Skeffington awakened early, as he always did. He knew that the day would be exactly like the great majority of his days in its routine. Yet, coming as it did at the beginning of both his 73rd year and the start of another campaign, he found it particularly exhilarating and even significant. He Rose said his morning prayers and had his breakfast brought up to him. After breakfast, he picked up a book and settled down bythe long front bedroom window to read. This had been his morning custom for nearly 50 years. 20 years before had been the principal target of Festus Mother Garvey, a crafty little volcano over man who in middle life had been given his nickname because of his habit of carrying his mother about with him. For purposes of endorsement, she would appear by his side at political rallies. The opening dialogue was on various Good evening, Mark. Good evening to you, Festus. Missan. Ma, I'd like to have you meet. Are these Grand Fox out in the audience who came all the way here to see what I had to say for myself this evening? Well, God loved them all festive. And I'd like all you grand forks to meet the lovely mother toe who I owe everything I have and ever will have. You'll always be my best Carol. Thank you, Festus. And I'd like to tell our leaders that be some Festus has always been the grandest sun in the world to me, and if you vote for him, he would be making enormous steak. Neither in forest nor in city was the passenger pigeon safe from hunters. Autobahn in 18 05 saw thousands of dead passenger pigeons being unloaded on the Hudson River docks of New York City, where they were sold for a cent apiece. But a few years later, the birds were a fashionable delicacy in great demand. The price rose to $1. A dozen thousands of life pigeons were trapped and kept in boxes for pigeon hunts. Thes pigeon shoots were elaborate social events of the time. Despite the killing, the passenger pigeon did not show any great reduction in numbers during the early 19th century, when a bill to protect the birds was proposed in Ohio. In 18 57 a committee of the state legislature reported the passenger pigeon needs no protection, wonderfully prolific. No ordinary destruction can lessen them. That was true. What happened to the passenger pigeon was extraordinary destruction. About 10 years ago. It appeared when really in the son of Caspian was a very young night. He rode with the Queen, his mother, on a May morning in the north parts of Narnia. They had many Squires and ladies with them at all war garlands of fresh leaves on their heads and horns at their side. But they had no hounds with them, for they were Meiying not hunting. In the warm part of the day, they came toe a pleasant glade where a fountain flowed freshly out of the earth. And there they dismounted and ate and drank and were merry. After a time, the queen felt sleepy and they spread cloaks for her on the grassy bank. And Prince, really in with the rest of the party, went a little way from her. And so presently a great serpent came out of the thick wood and stung the queen in her hand, all heard her cry out and rushed towards her and really in was first at her side. He saw the worm gliding away from her and made after it with the sword drawn. It was great, shining at his green as poison so that he could see it well. But it glided away into thick bushes and he could not come at it. So he returned to his mother and found them all busy about her. But they were busy in vain for at the first glance of her face, really a new that no physic in the world would do her good. As long as the life was in her, she seemed to be trying hard to tell him something, but she could not speak clearly. And whatever her message was, she died without delivering it. It was then hardly 10 minutes since they had first heard her cry. Victoria was putting away the dishes and seemed not to hear. Summers still sat in his chair. He was truly in a devil of a temper, with everybody and everything. Ah, wicked, fiendish mood that made him look quite handsome. As fate would have it, he had heard Jack's hint. He knew Victoria was attracted to him, that she imagined no nonsense about love. She was too remote from the old world and to momentary for that. At this moment, she was fascinated. And when she said in her slightly control toe voice, You're not in a temper with me, though, are you, Mr Summers. She was so comely, like a maiden, just ready for love and like a comely desirous virgin, offering herself to the wayfarer in the name of the God of bright desire that summer stretched out his hand and stroked her hot chic very delicately, with the tips of his fingers replying, I could never be angry with you. You're much too winsome. She looked at him with her dark eyes dilated into a glow, a glow of offering. He smiled faintly, rising to his feet and desire in all his limbs like a power, and his days of anger seemed to culminate. Now in this moment like bitter, smoldering Z that at last leap into flame, not love, just weapon like desire. He knew it. The god Bacchus Jaczko's Yeah, coz back in Al's with weapon hands, she had the sacred glow in her eyes. Jack would not begrudge the God and the fire was very clean and stealing after the smoke, and he felt the velvety fire from her face in his fingertips. A few final thoughts about record buying. You don't have to spend a fortune. Every major label has re issues which they package and sell cheaply. The whole generation of music lovers grew up listening to obscure German orchestras like the Southwest German Radio Orchestra. On turnabout. If you're on a budget, check out the cheaper labels, after all, is the music you're after. Not performances, right? But what about live concerts? You're probably still a little intimidated by all those guys up on a stage in their monkey suits. Not to mention that people in the audience in their monkey suits, you don't even own a monkey suit or a monkey dress, for that matter. What Still scared after all the icons we've smashed? Remember concert going terrible word, but we seem to be stuck with It is supposed to be fun, and it is fun. Just start small. You don't have to buy a full seasons worth of tickets to a local orchestra, although they've certainly like you to why? Because the single ticket buyer can't be trusted to show up the next week. That's why this way they know what their deficits going to be in advance instead of being surprised by it at the end of the season,

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