Two writers who’ve given me much enjoyment and comfort. The beautifully articulate C.S Lewis and the whimsical contrary G.K. Chesterton. Again you need headphones for this. These are recordings from the 1930s which I got from here and here. It is odd to hear the voice of one, you’ve only read. Some of it feels familiar and yet the fleshliness of the voice provokes a deeper mystery of reality of who that person is.