text_original: Here I do not venture into the absurdity of arguing that, as the world wags on, the truth always survives. I believe nothing of the sort. As a matter of fact, it seems to me that an idea that happens to be true—or, more exactly, as near to truth as any human idea can be, and yet remain generally intelligible—it seems to me that such an idea carries a special and often fatal handi cap. The majority of men prefer delusion to truth.
text_transcription: HERE I DO NOT VENTURE INTO THE ABSURDITY OF ARGUING THAT AS THE WORLD WAGS ON THE TRUTH ALWAYS SURVIVES I BELIEVE NOTHING OF THE SORT AS A MATTER OF FACT IT SEEMS TO ME THAT AN IDEA THAT HAPPENS TO BE TRUE OR MORE EXACTLY AS NEAR TO TRUTH AS ANY HUMAN IDEA CAN BE AND YET REMAIN GENERALLY INTELLIGIBLE IT SEEMS TO ME THAT SUCH AN IDEA CARRIES A SPECIAL AND OFTEN FATAL HANDICAP THE MAJORITY OF MEN PREFER DELUSION TO TRUTH
phonemes: hˈɪɹ aɪ duːnˌɑːt vˈɛntʃɚɹ ˌɪntʊ ðɪ ɐbsˈɜːdᵻɾi ʌv ˈɑːɹɡjuːɪŋ ðˈæt, æz ðə wˈɜːld wˈæɡz ˈɔn, ðə tɹˈuːθ ˈɔːlweɪz sɚvˈaɪvz. aɪ bᵻlˈiːv nˈʌθɪŋ ʌvðə sˈɔːɹt. æz ɐ mˈæɾɚɹ ʌv fˈækt, ɪt sˈiːmz tə mˌiː ðæt ɐn aɪdˈiə ðæt hˈæpənz təbi tɹˈuː—ɔːɹ, mˈɔːɹ ɛɡzˈæktli, æz nˌɪɹ tə tɹˈuːθ æz ˌɛni hjˈuːmən aɪdˈiə kæn bˈiː, ænd jˈɛt ɹᵻmˈeɪn dʒˈɛnɚɹəli ɪntˈɛlɪdʒəbəl—ɪt sˈiːmz tə mˌiː ðæt sˈʌtʃ ɐn aɪdˈiə kˈæɹiz ɐ spˈɛʃəl ænd ˈɔfən fˈeɪɾəl hˈændi kˈæp. ðə mədʒˈɔːɹᵻɾi ʌv mˈɛn pɹɪfˈɜː dᵻlˈuːʒən tə tɹˈuːθ.