text_original: But I who think about books and such   I crumble to impotent dust before the struggling, And the women palsy me with fear. But when it comes to fumbling over books And thinking about God and the Devil and all, Why, there I am.
text_transcription: BUT I WHO THINK ABOUT BOOKS AND SUCH I CRUMBLE TO IMPOTENT DUST BEFORE THE STRUGGLING AND THE WOMEN PALSY ME WITH FEAR BUT WHEN IT COMES TO FUMBLING OVER BOOKS AND THINKING ABOUT GOD AND THE DEVIL AND ALL WHY THERE I AM
phonemes: bˌʌt aɪ hˌuː θˈɪŋk ɐbˌaʊt bˈʊks ænd sˈʌtʃ aɪ kɹˈʌmbəl tʊ ˈɪmpətənt dˈʌst bᵻfˌɔːɹ ðə stɹˈʌɡlɪŋ, ænd ðə wˈɪmɪn pˈɔːlzi mˌiː wɪð fˈɪɹ. bˌʌt wɛn ɪt kˈʌmz tə fˈʌmblɪŋ ˌoʊvɚ bˈʊks ænd θˈɪŋkɪŋ ɐbˌaʊt ɡˈɑːd ænd ðə dˈɛvəl ænd ˈɔːl, wˈaɪ, ðɛɹ aɪˈæm.