text_original: You must know, you must have long known, my dear, that heavy sorrows come to us all, sooner or later. It is the common lot, my love, and we must all bow before the Divine hand that afflicts us.
text_transcription: YOU MUST KNOW YOU MUST HAVE LONG KNOWN MY DEAR THAT HEAVY SORROWS COME TO US ALL SOONER OR LATER IT IS THE COMMON LOT MY LOVE AND WE MUST ALL BOW BEFORE THE DIVINE HAND THAT AFFLICTS US
phonemes: juː mˈʌst nˈoʊ, juː mˈʌstɐv lˈɔŋ nˈoʊn, maɪ dˈɪɹ, ðæt hˈɛvi sˈɑːɹoʊz kˈʌm tʊ ˌʌs ˈɔːl, sˈuːnɚɹ ɔːɹ lˈeɪɾɚ. ɪɾ ɪz ðə kˈɑːmən lˈɑːt, maɪ lˈʌv, ænd wiː mˈʌst ˈɔːl bˈoʊ bᵻfˌɔːɹ ðə dᵻvˈaɪn hˈænd ðæt ɐflˈɪkts ˌʌs.