gender-voice-visualization/resources/speech-scripts.html

	<option value="When the sunlight strikes raindrops in the air, they act as a prism and form a rainbow. The rainbow is a division of white light into many beautiful colors. These take the shape of a long round arch, with its path high above, and its two ends apparently beyond the horizon. There is , according to legend, a boiling pot of gold at one end. People look, but no one ever finds it."
	>Rainbow Passage</option>

	<option value="You wish to know all about my grandfather. Well, he is nearly 93 years old, yet he still thinks as swiftly as ever. He dresses himself in an old black frock coat, usually several buttons missing. A long beard clings to his chin, giving those who observe him a pronounced feeling of the utmost respect. When he speaks, his voice is just a bit cracked and quivers a bit. Twice each day he plays skillfully and with zest upon a small organ. Except in the winter when the snow or ice prevents, he slowly takes a short walk in the open air each day. We have often urged him to walk more and smoke less, but he always answers, “Banana oil!” Grandfather likes to be modern in his language.">
	Grandfather passage</option>

	<option value="Please call Stella. Ask her to bring these things with her from the store: Six spoons of fresh snow peas, five thick slabs of blue cheese, and maybe a snack for her brother Bob. We also need a small plastic snake and a big toy frog for the kids. She can scoop these things into three red bags, and we will go meet her Wednesday at the train station."
	>Please call stella</option>

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		That quick beige fox jumps in the air over each thin dog. Look out, I shout, for he's foiled you again, creating chaos."
	>Phonetic Pangram: Quick beige fox...</option>
		

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		The beige hue on the waters of the loch impressed all, including the French queen, before she heard that symphony again, just as young Arthur wanted."
	>Phonetic Pangram: Waters of the loch</option>
		
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		I am afraid to own a Body—
		I am afraid to own a Soul—
		Profound—precarious Property—
		Possession, not optional—
		
		Double Estate—entailed at pleasure
		Upon an unsuspecting Heir—
		Duke in a moment of Deathlessness
		And God, for a Frontier."
	>Emily Dickinson: Afraid to own a body</option>
		

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		Rearrange a ''Wife's'' affection!
		When they dislocate my Brain!
		Amputate my freckled Bosom!
		Make me bearded like a man!

		Blush, my spirit, in thy Fastness —
		Blush, my unacknowledged clay —
		Seven years of troth have taught thee
		More than Wifehood every may!"
	>Emily Dickinson: Rearrange a "Wife's" affection</option> 
			
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		Yet be thou mindful ever, —
		Heat from fire, fire from heat —
		None can see sever, none can sever "
	>Heat from fire</option>

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		The moon is in doubt
		over whether to be
		a man or a woman.

		There've been rumors,
		all manner of allegations,
		bold claims and public lies: 

		He's belligerent. She's in a funk.
		When he fades, the world teeters.
		When she burgeons, crime blossoms.

		O how the operatic impulse wavers!
		Dip deep, my darling, into the blank pool."
	>Rita Dove: Trans-</option>
		
	
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		Oh, but had the artisan who made me
		created me instead — a fair woman. 
		Today I would be wise and insightful.
		We would weave, my friends and I,
		and in the moonlight spin our yarn, 
		and tell our stories to one another, 
		from dusk till midnight."
	>Kalonymus: Even Bochan</option>
			
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		From childhood's hour I have not been
		As others were — I have not seen
		As others saw — I could not bring
		My passions from a common spring —
		From the same source I have not taken
		My sorrow — I could not awaken
		My heart to joy at the same tone —
		And all I lov'd — I lov'd alone."
	>Edgar Allan Poe: Alone</option>
			
	<option value="custom">Custom</option>
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