text_original: I shrink from putting on paper the sentimental side of my nature, and indeed I could give no adequate idea of my affection for that drum. And then there was Nick, who had been lost to me for five years!
text_transcription: I SHRINK FROM PUTTING ON PAPER THE SENTIMENTAL SIDE OF MY NATURE AND INDEED I COULD GIVE NO ADEQUATE IDEA OF MY AFFECTION FOR THAT DRUM AND THEN THERE WAS NICK WHO HAD BEEN LOST TO ME FOR FIVE YEARS
phonemes: aɪ ʃɹˈɪŋk fɹʌm pˈʊɾɪŋ ˌɔn pˈeɪpɚ ðə sˌɛntɪmˈɛntəl sˈaɪd ʌv maɪ nˈeɪtʃɚ, ænd ˌɪndˈiːd aɪ kʊd ɡˈɪv nˈoʊ ˈædɪkwət aɪdˈiə ʌv maɪ ɐfˈɛkʃən fɔːɹ ðæt dɹˈʌm. ænd ðˈɛn ðɛɹwˌʌz nˈɪk, hˌuː hɐdbɪn lˈɔst tə mˌiː fɔːɹ fˈaɪv jˈɪɹz!