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I Am Interested In Levels Of Brain Discourse. How Articulate Are The Voices In Your Head? You Know, There's A Different Voice For The Phone, And A Different Voice If You're Talking In Bed. When You're Starting Off With A Narrator, It's Interesting To Think, Where Is Their Voice Coming From, What Part Of Their Brain?

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I Am Interested In

Anne Enright

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I Am Interested In Levels Of Brain Discourse. How Articulate Are The Voices In Your Head? You Know, There's A Different Voice For The Phone, And A Different Voice If You're Talking In Bed. When You're Starting Off With A Narrator, It's Interesting To Think, Where Is Their Voice Coming From, What Part Of Their Brain?

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