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From “The Benefits of Cooking Together”
by The Chef & The Dish
Read by Sandra Wetzel
“If cooking is in the very foundation of being human, then working together toward that shared enjoyment of eating is in the very foundation of what establishes human bond.”
From Taste: My Life Through Food
by Stanley Tucci
Read by Yves Herak
“There is a dish, a very special dish, that is served in a home on Christmas Day. It is called Timpano…”
From Macbeth
by William Shakespeare
Read by Moana Toteff
LADY MACBETH
Who dares receive it other,
As we shall make our griefs and clamor roar
Upon his death?
MACBETH
I am settled and bend up
Each corporal agent to this terrible feat.
Away, and mock the time with fairest show.
False face must hide what the false heart doth
know.
From The Diary of a Nobody
by George and Weedon Grossmith
Read by Laurie Atkinson
“Why should I not publish my diary? I have often seen reminiscences of people I have never even heard of, and I fail to see—because I do not happen to be a ‘Somebody’—why my diary should not be interesting. My only regret is that I did not commence it when I was a youth.“
From the Anthology Answering Back
by Carol Ann Duffy
Read by Sophia Smolinski
“My heart is warm with the friends I make,
And better friends I‘ll not be knowing;
Yet there isn‘t a train I wouldn‘t take,
No matter where it‘s going.”
From The Little Prince
by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
translated by Katherine Woods
Read by Capucine Blanc and Michael Reid
“To you, I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But ff you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world.”
From The Chimes
by Charles Dickens
Read by Marina Kirillova
“The Year was Old, that day. The patient Year had lived through the reproaches and misuses of its slanderers, and faithfully performed its work. Spring, summer, autumn, winter. It had laboured through the destined round, and now laid down its weary head to die. Shut out from hope, high impulse, active happiness, itself, but active messenger of many joys to others, it made appeal in its decline to have its toiling days and patient hours remembered, and to die in peace. Trotty might have read a poor man’s allegory in the fading year; but he was past that, now.”