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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
British (England - Cockney, Estuary, East End) British (General)Transcript
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Matilda is the world's most famous book. One No thanks. Tow a ghastly parents. Her father thinks she's a little scrap. Her mother spends all afternoon playing bingo and her headmistress, Miss Truncheon Ball. She's the worst of all. By the time she was three, Matilda had taught herself to read by studying newspapers and magazines that lay around the house at the age of four. She could read fast and well when she naturally began hankering after books. The only book in the whole of this enlightened household was something called Easy cooking belonging to her mother. And when she had read this from cover to cover and it learnt all the recipes by heart, she decided she wanted something more interesting. Daddy, she said, Do you think you could buy me a book? A book? He said. Would you want a flame in book for To read? Study? What's wrong with the telly? For heaven's sake, we've got a lovely tell you with a 12 inch screen, and now you come asking for a book. You're getting spoiled. Mark girl, by golly, he cried. That would be the very first thing we're making out. New oven toad in the hole I'll make in an enormous pan, the same as my old mum with the Yorkshire pudding, very crisp and raised up in huge bubbly mountains, on the sausages, nestling in between the mountains, coming today that with the delivery of once they might. Dani, I have to see. Couldn't we order it now on the telephone way? Mustn't do that, my father said. We must go personally to see Mr Wheeler on. We must inspect all the different models with great care. All right, I said, Let's go. I was really steamed up now about getting an oven and being out of toad in the hole and roasted pork and stuff like that. I couldn't wait. Is it possible to feel car in this day and age, when we've drifted our focus so far from the basic experience of being human? How can we feel calm when cow seems to slip its way through every crack in our personal boundaries? Is that the time to breathe only a face to face with luck, deadlines, Children's activities, schedules, pressurised socialites and outside expectations that we must fly towards? I'm breathless just thinking about it