Simple Demo Reel for narrating audiobooks

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2 readings: the first chapter of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, and the last chapter of The Strange Case of Dr. Jeckyll and Mr. Hyde

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Middle Aged (35-54)

Accents

British (General) North American (General)

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
Henry Jekyll's full statement of the case. I was born in the year 1800, to a large fortune endowed besides with excellent parts inclined by nature to industry, fond of the respect of the wise and good among my fellow men, and thus, as might have been supposed, with every guarantee of an honorable and distinguished future. And indeed the worst of my faults was a certain impatient gaiety of disposition, such as has made the happiness of many. But such as I found it hard to reconcile with my imperious desire to carry my head high, and wear a more than commonly grave countenance before the public. Hence it came about that I concealed my pleasures, and that when I reached years of reflection, and began to look around me and take stock of my progress and position in the world. I stood already committed to a profound duplicity of life. Many a man would have even blazoned such irregularities as I was guilty of, but from the high views that I had set before me I regarded and hid them in an almost morbid sense of shame. It was thus rather the exacting nature of my aspirations, than any particular degradation in my faults that made me what I was, and with even a deeper trench than in the majority of men severed in me. Those provinces of good and ill which divide and compound man's dual nature. In this case, I was driven to reflect deeply, and in venerable e on that hard law of life which lies at the root of religion, and is one of the most plentiful springs of distress, though so profound Double dealer. I was, in no sense a hypocrite. Both sides of me were in dead earnest. I was no more myself when I laid aside restraint, and plunged in shame than when I labored in the eye of day at the furtherance of knowledge, or the relief of sorrow and suffering. And it chanced that the direction of my scientific studies which led Holy towards the Mystic and the transcendental, reacted and shed a strong light on this consciousness of the perennial war among my members with every day, and from both sides of my intelligence, the moral and the intellectual. I thus drew steadily nearer to that truth, by whose partial discovery I have been doomed to such a dreadful shipwreck. That man is not truly one, but truly, too. I say, too, because the state of my own knowledge does not pass beyond that point. Others will follow. Others will outstrip me on the same lines, and I hazard the guests that man will be ultimately known for a mere polity of multifarious, incongruous and independent denizens. I, for my part from the nature of my life advanced infallibly in one direction, in one direction only. It was on the moral side, and in my own person, that I learned to recognize the thorough and primitive duality of men. I saw that of the two natures that contended in this field of my consciousness, even if I could rightly be said to be either. It was only because I was radically both, and from an early date, even before the course of my scientific discoveries, I had begun to suggest the most naked possibility of such a miracle. I had learned to dwell with pleasure as a beloved daydream on the thought of the separation of these elements. If each, I told myself could be housed in separate identities, life would be relieved of all that was unbearable. The unjust might go his way, delivered from the aspirations and remorse of his more upright twin, and the Just could walk steadfastly and securely on his upward path, doing the good things in which he found his pleasure, and no longer exposed to disgrace and penitence by the hands of his extraneous evil. It was the curse of mankind, that these incongruous faggots were thus bound together, that in the agonized womb of consciousness, these polar twins should be continuously struggling