text_original: I mean, that human affections and sympathies have a most powerful hold on you. I am sure you cannot long be content to pass your leisure in solitude, and to devote your working hours to a monotonous labour wholly void of stimulus: any more than I can be content," he added, with emphasis, "to live here buried in morass, pent in with mountains—my nature, that God gave me, contravened; my faculties, heaven bestowed, paralysed—made useless.
text_transcription: I MEAN THAT HUMAN AFFECTIONS AND SYMPATHIES HAVE A MOST POWERFUL HOLD ON YOU I AM SURE YOU CANNOT LONG BE CONTENT TO PASS YOUR LEISURE IN SOLITUDE AND TO DEVOTE YOUR WORKING HOURS TO A MONOTONOUS LABOUR WHOLLY VOID OF STIMULUS ANY MORE THAN I CAN BE CONTENT HE ADDED WITH EMPHASIS TO LIVE HERE BURIED IN MORASS PENT IN WITH MOUNTAIN MY NATURE THAT GOD GAVE ME CONTRAVENED MY FACULTIES HEAVEN BESTOWED PARALYZED MADE USELESS
phonemes: aɪ mˈiːn, ðæt hjˈuːmən ɐfˈɛkʃənz ænd sˈɪmpəθiz hæv ɐ mˈoʊst pˈaʊɚfəl hˈoʊld ˈɔn juː. aɪɐm ʃˈʊɹ juː kænˈɑːt lˈɔŋ biː kəntˈɛnt tə pˈæs jʊɹ lˈiːʒɚɹ ɪn sˈɑːlɪtˌuːd, ænd tə dɪvˈoʊt jʊɹ wˈɜːkɪŋ ˈaʊɚz tʊ ɐ mənˈɑːtənəs lˈeɪbɚ hˈoʊli vˈɔɪd ʌv stˈɪmjʊləs: ˌɛni mˈɔːɹ ðɐn aɪ kæn biː kəntˈɛnt," hiː ˈædᵻd, wɪð ˈɛmfəsɪs, "tə lˈɪv hˈɪɹ bˈɛɹid ɪn mɔːɹˈæs, pˈɛnt ɪn wɪð mˈaʊntɪnz—maɪ nˈeɪtʃɚ, ðæt ɡˈɑːd ɡˈeɪv mˌiː, kˌɑːntɹəvˈɛnd; maɪ fˈækəltiz, hˈɛvən bᵻstˈoʊd, pˈæɹəlˌaɪzd—mˌeɪd jˈuːsləs.