Jerome: Did you hear what the speaker said?
Elise: No, I didn’t catch that either. She’s racing through her presentation like she’s late for her train.
Jerome: I know. She speaks at such a fast rate of speech that it’s dizzying. I wish she’d slow down so I could make out what she’s saying. Most of it is mumbled or garbled.
Elise: She’s got to be breaking a record for the number of words per minute. Hey wait, she’s done. The next speaker has to be better.
Jerome: Oh my God, she’s worse! She must be the slowest speaker alive. Every utterance is drawn-out and every sentence seems interminable. She just keeps droning on and on and on.
Elise: At least we can understand her.
Jerome: Yes, but I wish she’d pick up the pace. She’s making a lengthy speech even longer. At this rate, we’ll be here until midnight!
Elise: Maybe we should try to pay attention and take notes like we’re supposed to.
Jerome: How can we when her voice is so hypnotic?
Elise: I know what you mean. I think I need some coffee. Do you want some?
Elise: Jerome, Jerome!