text_original: "'It is my misfortune, perhaps,' concluded he, with mock humility, 'to have been accustomed to higher associations; but really, situated as I am here, I could almost feel disposed to—why, positively, to wish myself a cow, with clumsy legs and horny feet. What one may live to come to, to be sure!
text_transcription: IT IS MY MISFORTUNE PERHAPS CONCLUDED HE WITH MOCK HUMILITY TO HAVE BEEN ACCUSTOMED TO HIGHER ASSOCIATIONS BUT REALLY SITUATED AS I AM HERE I COULD ALMOST FEEL DISPOSED TO WHY POSITIVELY TO WISH MYSELF A COW WITH CLUMSY LEGS AND HORNY FEET WHAT ONE MAY LIVE TO COME TO TO BE SURE
phonemes: "ɪɾ ɪz maɪ mɪsfˈɔːɹtʃʊn, pɚhˈæps,kəŋklˈuːdᵻd hiː, wɪð mˈɑːk hjuːmˈɪlᵻɾi, tə hɐvbɪn ɐkˈʌstəmd tə hˈaɪɚɹ ɐsˌoʊsɪˈeɪʃənz; bˌʌt ɹˈiəli, sˈɪtʃuːˌeɪɾᵻd æz aɪɐm hˈɪɹ, aɪ kʊd ˈɔːlmoʊst fˈiːl dɪspˈoʊzd tuː—wˈaɪ, pˈɑːzᵻtˌɪvli, tə wˈɪʃ maɪsˈɛlf ɐ kˈaʊ, wɪð klˈʌmzi lˈɛɡz ænd hˈɔːɹni fˈiːt. wˌʌt wˈʌn mˈeɪ lˈɪv tə kˈʌm tuː, təbi ʃˈʊɹ!