text_original: Many a winter night I have lain awake under the skins, listening to a flow of language that held me spellbound, though I understood scarce a word of it. "Virtuous and vicious every man must be, Few in the extreme, but all in a degree."
text_transcription: MANY A WINTER NIGHT I'D LAIN AWAKE UNDER THE SKINS LISTENING TO THE FLOW OF LANGUAGE THAT HELD ME SPELL BOUND THOUGH I UNDERSTOOD SCARCE A WORD OF IT VIRTUOUS AND VICIOUS EVERY MAN MUST BE FEW IN THE EXTREME BUT ALL IN A DEGREE
phonemes: mˈɛni ɐ wˈɪntɚ nˈaɪt aɪ hæv lˈeɪn ɐwˈeɪk ˌʌndɚ ðə skˈɪnz, lˈɪsənɪŋ tʊ ɐ flˈoʊ ʌv lˈæŋɡwɪdʒ ðæt hˈɛld mˌiː spˈɛlbaʊnd, ðˌoʊ aɪ ˌʌndɚstˈʊd skˈɛɹs ɐ wˈɜːd ʌv ɪt. "vˈɜːtʃuːəs ænd vˈɪʃəs ˈɛvɹi mˈæn mˈʌst bˈiː, fjˈuː ɪnðɪ ɛkstɹˈiːm, bˌʌt ˈɔːl ɪn ɐ dᵻɡɹˈiː."