Ireneo

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This is the story of \"Ireneo Funes\", condensed from a short story by J.L. Borges and recorded for radio & podcast for Ghostbox Productions, \"The World's Wake Pre-Show\".

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Middle Aged (35-54)

Accents

North American (General)

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
I remember him with a dark passion flower in his hand, looking at it as no one has ever looked at such a flower. So they might look from the twilight a day until the twilight. A night for Ah, whole life. Long I remember him has face in mobile and Indian like and singularly remote behind a cigarette. His mother received me at the modest ranch. She told me that he was in the back room and I should not be disturbed to find him in the dark, for he knew how to pass the dead hours without lighting The candle, he began by enumerating the case is a prodigious memory cited in history. Serious king of Persians who could call every soldier in his armies fight name Mithra, Dottie's Ubid or who administered justice in the 22 language of this empire. Seven eighties inventor of new McKechnie Metre Doris, who practiced the art of repeating faithfully what he'd heard once for 19 years. He said he had lived like a person in a dream. Hey! Looked without seeing heard without hearing forgot everything, almost everything on falling from a horse. He lost consciousness when he recovered it the president was almost intolerable. It was so rich and bright. The same was true of the most ancient and the most trivial memories. We, in a glance, perceived three wine glasses on the table. He saw all the shoots, clusters and grapes of the fine. He remembered the shapes of the clouds in the South at dawn on the 30th of April of 18 82 and he could compare them in his recollection with the marbled grain in the design of the leather bound book, which he had seen on Lee once and with the lines in the spray, which in or raised in the Delaware on the eve of a battle two or three times he had reconstructed an entire day, he told me, I have more memories in myself alone than all men have. Since the world was a world. He not only remembered every leaf on every tree of every would, but even every one of the times he had perceived or imagined it. It was not only difficult for him to understand that the generic term dog embraced so many. Unlike specimens of differing sizes and different forms, he was disturbed by the fact that the dog, at 3 14 seen in profile, should have the same name as the dog. At 3 15 seen from the front, his own face in the mirror, his own hands surprised him. On every occasion, the equivocal polarity of dawn penetrated along the earth and patio. Then it was that I saw his face the face of the voice which had spoken all through the night. He was 19 years old. He'd been born in 18 68. He seemed as monumental Is bronze more ancient than Egypt? Interior to the prophecies and the pair of its It occurred to me that each one of my words, each one of my gestures, would live on in his implacable memory. I was paralyzed by the fear of multiplying Cipro, Phileas gestures. He determined to reduce all of the past experience to some 70,000 recollections which he would later define numerically two considerations dissuaded him the thought that the task was interminable and the thought that it was useless. He knew that at the hour of his death he would scarcely have finished classifying even all the memories of his childhood