text_original: That is what I fancy, for I had never found him so impossible to soften or to move. I tried this way and I tried that; I pictured his future in an English gaol; I described the sorrow of his mother when I came back with the news; I said everything to touch his heart, but all to no purpose.
text_transcription: THAT IS WHAT I FANCY FOR I HAD NEVER FOUND HIM SO IMPOSSIBLE TO SOFTEN OR TO MOVE I TRIED THIS WAY AND I TRIED THAT I PICTURED HIS FUTURE IN AN ENGLISH GOAL I DESCRIBED THE SORROW OF HIS MOTHER WHEN I CAME BACK WITH THE NEWS I SAID EVERYTHING TO TOUCH HIS HEART BUT ALL TO NO PURPOSE
phonemes: ðæt ɪz wʌt aɪ fˈænsi, fɔːɹ aɪ hæd nˈɛvɚ fˈaʊnd hˌɪm sˌoʊ ɪmpˈɑːsᵻbəl tə sˈɔfən ɔːɹ tə mˈuːv. aɪ tɹˈaɪd ðɪs wˈeɪ ænd aɪ tɹˈaɪd ðˈæt; aɪ pˈɪktʃɚd hɪz fjˈuːtʃɚɹ ɪn ɐn ˈɪŋɡlɪʃ dʒˈeɪl; aɪ dᵻskɹˈaɪbd ðə sˈɑːɹoʊ ʌv hɪz mˈʌðɚ wɛn aɪ kˈeɪm bˈæk wɪððə nˈuːz; aɪ sˈɛd ˈɛvɹɪθˌɪŋ tə tˈʌtʃ hɪz hˈɑːɹt, bˌʌt ˈɔːl tə nˈoʊ pˈɜːpəs.