text_original: Of all Nick's escapades,  and he was continually in and out of them,  I recall only a few of the more serious. As I have said, he was a wild lad, sobered by none of the things which had gone to make my life, and what he took into his head to do he generally did,  or, if balked, flew into such a rage as to make one believe he could not live. Life was always war with him, or some semblance of a struggle.
text_transcription: OF ALL NICK'S ESCAPADES AND HE WAS CONTINUALLY IN AND OUT OF THEM I RECALL ONLY A FEW OF THE MORE SERIOUS AS I HAVE SAID HE WAS A WILD LAD SOBERED BY NONE OF THE THINGS WHICH HAD GONE TO MAKE MY LIFE AND WHAT HE TOOK INTO HIS HEAD TO DO HE GENERALLY DID OR IF BALKED FLEW INTO SUCH A RAGE AS TO MAKE ONE BELIEVE HE COULD NOT LIVE LIFE WAS ALWAYS WAR WITH HIM OR SOME SEMBLANCE OF A STRUGGLE
phonemes: ʌv ˈɔːl nˈɪks ˈɛskɐpˌeɪdz,  ænd hiː wʌz kəntˈɪnjuːəli ɪn ænd ˌaʊɾəv ðˌɛm,  aɪ ɹᵻkˈɔːl ˈoʊnli ɐ fjˈuː ʌvðə mˈɔːɹ sˈɪɹiəs. æz aɪ hæv sˈɛd, hiː wʌzɐ wˈaɪld lˈæd, sˈoʊbɚd baɪ nˈʌn ʌvðə θˈɪŋz wˌɪtʃ hæd ɡɔn tə mˌeɪk maɪ lˈaɪf, ænd wʌt hiː tˈʊk ˌɪntʊ hɪz hˈɛd tə dˈuː hiː dʒˈɛnɚɹəli dˈɪd,  ɔːɹ, ɪf bˈɔːkt, flˈuː ˌɪntʊ sˈʌtʃ ɐ ɹˈeɪdʒ æz tə mˌeɪk wˈʌn bᵻlˈiːv hiː kʊd nˌɑːt lˈɪv. lˈaɪf wʌz ˈɔːlweɪz wˈɔːɹ wɪð hˌɪm, ɔːɹ sˌʌm sˈɛmbləns əvə stɹˈʌɡəl.