Mature, storyteller delivery for commercial fiction or classics
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Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
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Pentimento by Lillian Hellman Old paint on canvas as it ages sometimes becomes transparent. When that happens, it is possible in some pictures to see the original lines. A tree will show through a woman's dress. Ah, child makes way for a dog. Ah, large boat is no longer on an open sea that is called Pentimento because the painter repented changed his mind. Perhaps it would be a swell to say that the old conception replaced by a later choice, is a way of seeing and then seeing again, that is all I mean about the people in this book. The paint has aged now, and I wanted to see what was there for me once, and what is there for me now? The Life and Adventures of Nicholas Nickleby by Charles Dickens Chapter one There once lived in a sequestered part of the county of Devonshire. One Mr Godfrey Nickleby, a worthy gentleman who, taking it into his head rather late in life, that he must get married and not being young enough or rich enough to aspire to the hand of a lady of fortune, had wedded an old flame out of mere attachment. Who in her turn had taken him for the same reason, and thus to people who cannot afford to play cards for money, sometimes sit down to a quiet game for love. Some ill conditioned persons who sneer at the life mattress O'Neill may perhaps suggest in this place that the good couple would be better like into two principles in a sparring match. Who, when fortune is low and backers scarce, will chivalrous really set to for the mere pleasure of the buffeting and in one respect. Indeed, this comparison would hold good for as the adventurous pair of the Fives court will afterwards send round a hat and trust to the bounty of the lookers on for the means of regale ing themselves. So Mr Godfrey Nickleby and his partner, the honeymoon being Over, looked wistfully out into the world, relying in no inconsiderable degree upon chance for the improvement of their means. Mr. Nickel B's income at the period of his marriage fluctuated between 60 and £80 per annum. Stormy weather by Carl Hiaasen, Chapter one On August 23rd the day before the hurricane struck, Max and Bonnie Lamb awoke early May love twice and rode the shuttle bus to Disney World that evening. They returned to the Peabody Hotel, showered separately, switched on the cable news and saw that the storm was heading directly for the southeastern tip of Florida. The TV weatherman warned that it was the fiercest in many years. Max Lamb sat at the foot of the bed and gazed at the color radar image, a ragged, flame colored sphere spinning counterclockwise toward the coast. He said, Jesus, look at that. Ah, Hurricane Bonnie Lamb thought on her honeymoon. As she slipped under the sheets, she heard the rain beating on the rental cars in the parking lot outside. Is this part of it? She said. All this weather. Her husband nodded. We're on the edge of the edge. Max Lamb seemed excited in a way that Bonnie found unsettling. She knew better than to suggest a sensible change of plans, such as hopping a plane back to LaGuardia. Her new husband was no quitter, the reservations said. Five nights and six days, and by God, that's how long they would stay. It was a special package rate, no refunds, she said. They'll probably close the park. Disney Max Lamb Smile. Disney never closes not for plagues, not for famines or even hurricanes. He rose to adjust the volume on the television. Besides the darn things 300 miles away, the most will see up. Here is more rain.