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Monologue from The Glass Menagerie by Tennessee Williams

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Description

These are all read in differing southern voices.
Times

0:06.8: Standard Southern
0:58.9: Strong Southern (small town)
1:56.7: Old \"Proper\" Southern

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Middle Aged (35-54)

Accents

North American

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
lines from the glass menagerie By Tennessee Williams. Across the alley from us was the Paradise Dance Hall. On evenings in the spring the windows and doors were open and the music came outdoors. Sometimes the lights were tuned out except for the large glass sphere that hung from the ceiling. It would turn rather slowly about and filter the dusk with delicate rainbow colors. Then the orchestra would play a waltz or a tango. Something that had a slow and sensuous rhythm couples would come outside to the relative privacy of the alley. You would see them kissing behind ash pits and telephone poles. This was a compensation for lives that passed like mine without any change or adventure. Across the alley from us was the Paradise Dance Hall. On evenings in the spring the windows and doors were open and the music came outdoors. Sometimes the lights were turned out except for a large glass sphere that hung from the ceiling. It would turn rather slowly about and filter the dusk with the delicate rainbow colors. Then the orchestra will play a waltz or a tango. Something that had a slow and sensuous rhythm couples would come outside to the relative privacy of the alley, you would see them kissing behind ash pits and telephone poles. This was the compensation for lives that passed like mine without any change or adventure. Adventure and change were imminent this year. Across the alley from us was the Paradise Dance Hall on evenings in the spring the windows and doors were open and the music came outdoors. Sometimes the lights were turned out except for a large glass sphere that hung from the ceiling. It would turn rather slowly about and filter the dusk with delicate rainbow colors. Then the orchestra would play a waltz or a tango, something that had a slow and sensuous rhythm couples would come outside to the relative privacy of the alley. You would see them kissing behind ash pits and telephone poles. This was the compensation for lives that passed like mine without any change or adventure.