text_original: The words burned into my soul and seared it. And to this day I tremble with anger as I think of them. The scene comes before me: the sky, the darkened portico, and Nicholas running after his mother crying: "Oh, mamma, how could you! How could you!"
text_transcription: THE WORDS BURNED INTO MY SOUL AND SEARED IT AND TO THIS DAY I TREMBLE WITH ANGER AS I THINK OF THEM THE SCENE COMES BEFORE ME THE SKY THE DARKENED PORTICO AND NICHOLAS RUNNING AFTER HIS MOTHER CRYING OH MAMMA HOW COULD YOU HOW COULD YOU
phonemes: ðə wˈɜːdz bˈɜːnd ˌɪntʊ maɪ sˈoʊl ænd sˈɪɹd ɪt. ænd tə ðɪs dˈeɪ aɪ tɹˈɛmbəl wɪð ˈæŋɡɚɹ æz aɪ θˈɪŋk ʌv ðˌɛm. ðə sˈiːn kˈʌmz bᵻfˈɔːɹ mˌiː: ðə skˈaɪ, ðə dˈɑːɹkənd pˈɔːɹɾɪkˌoʊ, ænd nˈɪkələs ɹˈʌnɪŋ ˈæftɚ hɪz mˈʌðɚ kɹˈaɪɪŋ: "ˈoʊ, mˈæmə, hˌaʊ kˈʊd juː! hˌaʊ kˈʊd juː!"