text_original: There were in all but twelve, and they were brief, for some affliction had nearly deprived the lady of the use of her right hand. I read them twice over, and then, despite the lateness of the hour, I sat staring at the candles, reflecting upon my own helplessness.
text_transcription: THERE WERE IN ALL BUT TWELVE THEY WERE BRIEF FOR SOME AFFLICTION HAD NEARLY DEPRIVED THE LADY OF THE USE OF HER RIGHT HAND I READ THEM TWICE OVER AND THEN DESPITE THE LATENESS OF THE HOUR I SAT STARING AT THE CANDLES REFLECTING UPON MY OWN HELPLESSNESS
phonemes: ðɛɹwˌɜːɹ ɪn ˈɔːl bˌʌt twˈɛlv, ænd ðeɪ wɜː bɹˈiːf, fɔːɹ sˌʌm ɐflˈɪkʃən hæd nˌɪɹli dᵻpɹˈaɪvd ðə lˈeɪdi ʌvðə jˈuːs ʌv hɜː ɹˈaɪt hˈænd. aɪ ɹˈiːd ðˌɛm twˈaɪs ˈoʊvɚ, ænd ðˈɛn, dᵻspˈaɪt ðə lˈeɪtnəs ʌvðɪ ˈaʊɚ, aɪ sˈæt stˈɛɹɪŋ æt ðə kˈændəlz, ɹᵻflˈɛktɪŋ əpˌɑːn maɪ ˈoʊn hˈɛlpləsnəs.