Brett N. Raynor - Audiobooks - Men and Women's Voices
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Vocal Characteristics
Language
EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM) North American (US West Coast - California, Portland)Transcript
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I suppose the important thing is to make some sort of difference, she said, you know, actually change something. What like change the world? You mean not the whole entire world. Just a little bit around you. They lay in silence for a moment, bodies curled around each other in the single bed. Then both began to laugh in low predawn voices. Can't believe I just said that she groaned. Sounds a bit corny. Doesn't it? A bit corny? I'm trying to be inspiring. I'm trying to lift your grubby soul for the great adventure that lies ahead of you. She turned to face him. Not that you need it. I expect you've got your future nicely mapped out. Very much. Probably got a little flow chart somewhere or something. When the alarm goes off, I noticed that I've been awake for a long time. I could hardly sleep last night because of the huge anxiety that this day is causing me and my already exhausted nerves. I still find it difficult to believe that the day has finally arrived the day for which I have been working almost all of my life. And I feel as if it is the beginning of my new life since I was a child and my uncle Lewis spoke to me about the great company that belongs to the grand family. My mother's family. I knew that I had to take the reins someday. It killed me inside to see my mother being horribly disenfranchised for the simple fact that she is a woman. She fell so madly in love with my father, that when it came time to take over the company as the only daughter and heir to the grams family, she chose the life of a wife and mother, leaving everything else in the hands of her new husband. Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendia was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice. At that time, Macondo was a village of 20 Adobe houses, built on the Bank of a river of clear water that ran along a bed of polished stones, which were white and enormous like prehistoric eggs. The world was so recent that many things lack names and in order to indicate them, it was necessary to point. Every year, during the month of March, a family of ragged gypsies would set up their tents near the village and with a great uproar of pipes and kettle drums, they would display new inventions. First, they brought the magnet