text_original: He was a bright, spirited boy, and just one of the most beautiful creatures that ever lived. But there was always a soft spot in him, and it was like mould in cheese, for it spread and spread, and nothing that you could do would stop it. Mother saw it just as clearly as I did, but she went on spoiling him all the same, for he had such a way with him that you could refuse him nothing. I did all I could to hold him in, and he hated me for my pains.
text_transcription: HE WAS A BRIGHT SPIRITED BOY AND JUST ONE OF THE MOST BEAUTIFUL CREATURES THAT EVER LIVED BUT THERE WAS ALWAYS A SOFT SPOT IN HIM AND IT WAS LIKE MOULD IN CHEESE FOR IT SPREAD AND SPREAD AND NOTHING THAT YOU COULD DO WOULD STOP IT MOTHER SAW IT JUST AS CLEARLY AS I DID BUT SHE WENT ON SPOILING HIM ALL THE SAME FOR HE HAD SUCH A WAY WITH HIM THAT YOU COULD REFUSE HIM NOTHING I DID ALL I COULD TO HOLD HIM IN AND HE HATED ME FOR MY PAINS
phonemes: hiː wʌzɐ bɹˈaɪt, spˈɪɹɪɾᵻd bˈɔɪ, ænd dʒˈʌst wˈʌn ʌvðə mˈoʊst bjˈuːɾifəl kɹˈiːtʃɚz ðæt ˈɛvɚ lˈɪvd. bˌʌt ðɛɹwˌʌz ˈɔːlweɪz ɐ sˈɔft spˈɑːt ɪn hˌɪm, ænd ɪt wʌz lˈaɪk mˈoʊld ɪn tʃˈiːz, fɔːɹ ɪt spɹˈɛd ænd spɹˈɛd, ænd nˈʌθɪŋ ðæt juː kʊd dˈuː wʊd stˈɑːp ɪt. mˈʌðɚ sˈɔː ɪt dʒˈʌst æz klˈɪɹli æz aɪ dˈɪd, bˌʌt ʃiː wɛnt ˌɔn spˈɔɪlɪŋ hˌɪm ˈɔːl ðə sˈeɪm, fɔːɹ hiː hæd sˈʌtʃ ɐ wˈeɪ wɪð hˌɪm ðæt juː kʊd ɹᵻfjˈuːz hˌɪm nˈʌθɪŋ. aɪ dˈɪd ˈɔːl aɪ kʊd tə hˈoʊld hˌɪm ˈɪn, ænd hiː hˈeɪɾᵻd mˌiː fɔːɹ maɪ pˈeɪnz.