I am rereading "Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead" and find I am physically unable to read it to myself, however hard I try. I cannot even merely mouth the words but must at minimum whisper dramatically, playing the scene.
And I must be Guildenstern.
And I must reread - respeak - sections that did not go as well as hoped, until I have the right sound.
My oldest son, when he was eight, nine, ten years old, used to ask who I was talking to when we were driving in the car. I'm accepting the Nobel Prize for Literature, Jonathan...I'm arguing with your mother about vacations - I'm winning this time...I am preaching sermon to a group of fundamentalists who will never ask me to speak to them...
He stopped asking, after awhile. I can't imagine this is likely to improve as I age. It seems to be getting worse.