Wall Street Journal:
Hearing Is Believing: The vanished glories of spoken-word recordings. Alas, we had not the wit in high school’s freshman year to appreciate TS Eliot reading “Prufrock.” I recall hearing, “I grow mold (shaky labored breath) I grow mold (thin and reedy labored breath) I will wear my fungus (slow labored breath) rolled.”
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