Audiobook (Male & female voices, contemporary literature)
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM)Transcript
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I'm going to read three passages from the novel In Love, written by Alfred Hayes in 1953. These passages air from the end of the book after a love affair between a writer and a younger woman has come to an end, and she has gone on to become the mistress of a wealthy industrialist. In the first passage, the writer is talking about the girl with a rather cynical mutual friend. Vivian. Vivienne is speaking now. Let's get on to the sex thing, Vivian said. That would really knock me out and let me explain why. Well, in the first place, he would be just a kind of a gent who would figure it all out that that solid little skull of his It was all right with a Tootsie he picked up in the lobby of a hotel in Miami Beach or on a trip to Nassau, but not with his little wife. There are certain well known practices that one doesn't ever practice with one's little wife in the sanctity of one's little home. Of course, a little wife, meek and mild in Heaven's child, might have more or less of a yen for a practice like that or any other kind of infield practice, But something? What the **** would you call it? Honorable nous, I guess he thinks it is says to him, It ain't the sort of scrimmage one indulges in with the lady of the House because of you Dio and she likes it. Then how the **** once more do you tell the difference between her and the $20 thing you picked up in the lobby in Miami Beach? And brother, like I said, he wants to be able to tell the difference, but she's going to marry him. He could have two heads and she'd marry him. But I suppose my telling you all this won't make the slightest bit of difference to you, no matter how much information of the most revealing kind. You sticking a man's head, what he's going to do, he'll do anyway, like leave a perfectly nice bar with a perfectly nice glass of Scotch and canned music and all, and go out and try to kick in somebody's perfectly inoffensive door. Why? There's a good question, isn't it? Lover. And I bet you haven't the slightest inclination. Answer it. Well, good night. save a stained glass window for me. Outside, I caught a taxi. She came out of the house pulling on long black gloves, wearing over her hair, a light gray filmy scarf. And as she turned toward the corner, a drunk came lurching out of the bar and grill, and I watched her swerve slightly to avoid him. She was all dressed up. She gave the drunken look that was meant to wither him, but which, unfortunately, the drunk did not notice. And from the other side of the street, I watched her turn down the avenue. She was apparently walking to wherever she was going. I was sure I knew where she was going. He was about seven o'clock the hour when they let the beasts into the adjoining cages at the corner or red light. The later she adjusted something on her wrist, a bracelet or her watch. Somebody in a Hamburg, standing outside a drugstore looked at her as she went by the filmy scarf first, and then her legs. A taxi slowed, thinking she was affair. Oh, you *****! I thought