English Audiobook Demo
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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Good morning, said bilbo, and he meant it. The sun was shining and the grass was very green, but Gandalf looked at him from under long bushy eyebrows that stuck out further than the brim of his shady hat. What do you mean? He said, do you wish me a good morning or mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not, or that you feel good this morning or that it is a morning to be good on all of them at once, said bilbo, and a very fine morning for a pipe of tobacco out of doors into the bargain. If you have a pipe about to sit down and have a fill of mine, there's no hurry, and we have all the day before us. Then bilbo sat down on a seat by his door, crossed his legs, and blew out a beautiful gray ring of smoke that sailed up into the air without breaking and floated away over the hill. Aren't you gonna ask me what kind of job? How do you know who I am? The man chuckled. Oh, it's the easiest thing in the world to know what people call themselves. A little thought. A little luck. A little memory. Ask me what kind of job! No! Said Shadow. The attendant brought him another glass of beer, and he sipped at it. Why not? I'm going home. I've got a job waiting for me there. I don't want any other job. The man's craggy smile did not change outwardly, but now he seemed actually amused. You don't have a job waiting for you at home, He said, you have nothing waiting for you there. Meanwhile, I'm offering you a perfectly legal job. Good money. Limited security, remarkable fringe benefits. ****, if you live that long, I could throw in a pension plan. You think maybe you'd like one of them? Shadow said you could have seen my name on my boarding pass or on the side of my bag? The man said nothing. It was so much easier to blame it on them. It was bleakly depressing to think that they were us. If it was them, then nothing was anyone's fault. If it was us, what does that make me after all? I'm one of us. I must be. I've certainly never thought of myself as one of them. No one ever thinks of themselves as one of them. We're always one of us. It's them that do the bad things.