text_original: If there were no sorrow in this world, Eleanor, we should grow too much in love with our own happiness; we should be frightened at the approach of grey hairs and old age ; we should tremble at the thought of death. If there were no better and higher life than this, Eleanor, sorrow and death would indeed be terrible.
text_transcription: IF THERE WERE NO SORROW IN THIS WORLD ELEANOR WE SHOULD GROW TOO MUCH IN LOVE WITH OUR OWN HAPPINESS WE SHOULD BE FRIGHTENED AT THE APPROACH OF GREY HAIRS AND OLD AGE WE SHOULD TREMBLE AT THE THOUGHT OF DEATH IF THERE WERE NO BETTER AND HIGHER LIFE THAN THIS ELEANOR SORROW AND DEATH WOULD INDEED BE TERRIBLE
phonemes: ɪf ðɛɹwˌɜː nˈoʊ sˈɑːɹoʊ ɪn ðɪs wˈɜːld, ᵻlˈiːnɚ, wiː ʃˌʊd ɡɹˈoʊ tˈuː mʌtʃ ɪn lˈʌv wɪð ˌaʊɚɹ ˈoʊn hˈæpɪnəs; wiː ʃˌʊd biː fɹˈaɪʔn̩d æt ðɪ ɐpɹˈoʊtʃ ʌv ɡɹˈeɪ hˈɛɹz ænd ˈoʊld ˈeɪdʒ ; wiː ʃˌʊd tɹˈɛmbəl æt ðə θˈɔːt ʌv dˈɛθ. ɪf ðɛɹwˌɜː nˈoʊ bˈɛɾɚ ænd hˈaɪɚ lˈaɪf ðɐn ðˈɪs, ᵻlˈiːnɚ, sˈɑːɹoʊ ænd dˈɛθ wʊd ˌɪndˈiːd biː tˈɛɹᵻbəl.