Today I was watching a colleague teach in a laboratory room whose equipment includes three ancient but still-functional Singer Caramate Slide Projectors. We use these relics of the 1960s (?), topped with old-fashioned carousels, for viewing slides of biological tissues.
As the lab progressed, it occurred to me that my colleague has a really nice voice: deep, calm, confident, and dryly humorous, with a hint of sentimentality. It reminded me of a voice I had once heard on TV.
“Has anyone ever told you,” I asked during a break in the action, “that you sound like Don Draper?”
“No,” he said. Then, without missing a beat: “But just wait ’til you hear me talk about the carousels!” And, after a pause: “‘A place … where we know we are loved.’”
It was PERFECT.
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