Americans like to make a fuss about a writer’s ‘voice,’ or distinctive style of writing. Well, let’s say that I think the locution is more popular in North America than anywhere else — and I could be mistaken.
What interests me is speaking voices – not just the way they can sound exactly as you’d expect, after reading someone’s words, but for being, in my experience, far more revealing about the essential who-ness of someone than looks, facial expressions or certainly, accents.
For all sorts of reasons, I’ve often had to make instant decisions about trusting strangers in risky circumstances. Thinking about this one day, it occurred to me that the cases in which I’d guessed right and wrong about trustworthiness naturally sorted themselves into classes to which voices were a pretty good – if not infallible – guide. Had I paid closer attention to them, I might have made fewer mistakes. . . .This is of course a thoroughly unscientific suspicion and not for five seconds do I expect anyone else to take it seriously.
I only mention it to explain why it was such a particular treat to find the recording I’m going to try and upload here for a four-minute diversion for any night-owl — or lark — checking in: 02-now-is-the-winter-of-our-discontent-8t1
What I’ve most longed to know about some of you comrades is not what you look like but how you sound. So. . . 3p4/drop-in-bucket/Nicholas, you’re a prince among bloggers for giving me permission to use this audio clip. Everyone else: see if you could compete with ‘enry ‘iggins – not as a ‘ ‘tec, tekkin’ me down,’ as Eliza Doolittle put it, but for guessing about our comrade’s provenance, occupation, . . . or anything else that interests you. I won’t be able to confirm your accuracy, and don’t know if 3p4 will – but if his delightfully unexpected entertainment makes you chuckle, as it did me, you might prefer to interrogate him about that.