Great Gatsby General American Multi Character Audiobook Narration
Description
Vocal Characteristics
Language
EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
The telephone rang inside startlingly. And as Daisy shook her head decisively at Tom, the subject of the stables. In fact, all subjects vanished into air among the broken fragments of the last five minutes at table. I remember the candles being lit again pointlessly. And I was conscious of wanting to look squarely at everyone and yet to avoid all eyes. I couldn't guess what Daisy and Tom were thinking. But I doubt if even Miss Baker who seemed to have mastered a certain hardy skepticism was able utterly to put this fifth guests shrill metallic urgency out of mind to a certain temperament. The situation might have seemed intriguing. My own instinct was to telephone immediately to the police, the horses, needless to say were not mentioned again, Tom and Miss Baker with several feet of twilight between them, strolled back into the library as if to a vigil beside a perfectly tangible body while trying to look pleasantly interested and a little deaf. I followed Daisy around a chain of connecting verandas to the porch in front in its deep gloom. We sat down side by side on a wicker settee, Daisy took her face in her hands as if feeling its lovely shape and her eyes moved gradually out into the velvet dusk. I saw that turbulent emotions possessed her. So I asked what I thought would be some sedative questions about her little girl. We don't know each other very well. Nick, she said suddenly, even if we are cousins, you didn't come to my wedding. I wasn't back from the war. That's true. She hesitated. Well, I've had a very bad time, Nick and I'm pretty cynical about everything. Evidently she had reason to be. I waited, but she didn't say anymore. And after a moment I returned rather feebly to the subject of her daughter. I suppose she talks and eats and everything. Oh, yes. She looked at me absently. Listen. Nick, let me tell you what I said when she was born. Would you like to hear very much? And I'll show you how I've gotten to feel about things. Well, she was less than an hour old and Tom was God knows where I woke up out of the ether with an utterly abandoned feeling and asked the nurse right away if it was a boy or a girl. She told me it was a girl. And so I turned my head away and wept. All right. I said, I'm glad it's a girl and he hopes she'll be a fool. That's the best thing a girl can be in this world. A beautiful little fool. You see, I think everything's terrible anyhow, she went on in a convinced way. Everybody thinks so. The most advanced people. And I know I've been everywhere and seen everything and done everything. Her eyes flashed around her in a defiant way rather like Tom's. And she laughed with thrilling scorn, sophisticated. God, I'm sophisticated. The instant her voice broke off ceasing to compel my attention. My belief, I felt the basic insincerity of what she had said. It made me uneasy as though the whole evening had been a trick of some sort to exact a contributory emotion from me. I waited and sure enough in a moment, she looked at me with an absolute smirk on her lovely face as if she had asserted her membership in a rather distinguished secret society to which she and Tom belonged.