Narrative - fiction
this is a sample read picked up randomly from an excerpt. I have just lent my voice to it.
Voice AgeMiddle Aged (35-54)
Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
call me smile some years ago. Never mind how long, Precisely having little or no money in my purse and nothing particular to interest me on shore. I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. Yeah, it is the way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul, whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet, especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street and methodically knocking people's heads off. Then I accounted high time to get to see as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With the philosophical flourish, Cattle throws himself upon his sword, I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it. Almost all men in their degree, sometime or other, cherished very nearly the same feelings toward the ocean with me