NICK SMITH

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NICK SMITH

Category Audiobooks
Language English (British)
Voice Age Middle Aged (35-54)
Description Warm, friendly, casual, smooth, easygoing, sincere, believable, and empathetic. Wonderfully engaging storyteller.
Transcript Note: Transcripts are automatically transcribed and may contain errors.
society as we have constituted it, we'll have no place for me has none to offer but nature, who Sweet rains fall on unjust and just alike will have clefts in the rocks where I may hide and secret valleys in whose silence I may weep undisturbed. She will hang the night with stars so that I may walk abroad in the darkness without stumbling and send the wind over my footprints so the nun may track me to my hurt. For a person experiencing his work as a calling work is an end in itself. While the paycheck is certainly important and advancement is too, he primarily works because he wants to. He is motivated by intrinsic reasons and experiences, a sense of personal fulfilment. His goals are self concordant. He is passionate about what he does and derives personal fulfilment from his work. He perceives it as a privilege rather than a chore. Back on Earth, I said after a while they didn't just have bark shelters like we do their shelters had sides that went straight up like a cliff, maybe for 56 times the height of a man. Or more than that, even I touched the greasy roof of a house, and there were shelters inside the shelter's cold rooms, and some of the rooms were on top of other rooms, with hard ground in between them called floors. Andi, I had telly fishing in the rooms, which let them see moving pictures of things happening far away. And when they wanted to cook meat, they didn't even have to light a fire. They had Hard box is made of white metal that were always hot inside because of Leckie trick ity, so you could just put the food inside and it would be cooked. Has he any parents inquired Mr Fang, he says. They died in his infancy. Your worship, replied the officer, hazarding the usual reply. At this point of the inquiry, Oliver raised his head and, looking round with imploring eyes, murmured a feeble prayer for a drop of water. Stuff and nonsense, said Mr Fang, don't try to make a fool of me. I think he really is ill. Your worship reminisced, rated the officer I know better, said Mr Fang. Take care of him, Officer said the old gentleman raising his hands instinctively. He'll fall down. Stand away, Officer cried Fang let him if he likes. Oliver availed himself of the kind permission and fell to the floor in a fainting fit. The men in the office looked at each other, but no one dared to stir. I knew he was Xianming, said Fang, as if this were incontestable proof of the fact. Let him lie there. He'll soon be tired of that.