text_original: "Such, my dear Count," replied our hero, "is the caprice of a female heart, fickle as the wind, uncertain as a calm at sea, fixed to no principle, but swayed by every fantastic gust of passion, or of whim.
text_transcription: SUCH MY DEAR COUNT REPLIED OUR HERO IS THE CAPRICE OF A FEMALE HEART FICKLE AS THE WIND UNCERTAIN AS A CALM AT SEA FIXED TO NO PRINCIPLE BUT SWAYED BY EVERY FANTASTIC GUST OF PASSION OR OF WHIM
phonemes: "sˈʌtʃ, maɪ dˈɪɹ kˈaʊnt," ɹᵻplˈaɪd ˌaʊɚ hˈiəɹoʊ, "ɪz ðə kɐpɹˈiːs əvə fˈiːmeɪl hˈɑːɹt, fˈɪkəl æz ðə wˈɪnd, ʌnsˈɜːʔn̩ æz ɐ kˈɑːm æt sˈiː, fˈɪkst tə nˈoʊ pɹˈɪnsɪpəl, bˌʌt swˈeɪd baɪ ˈɛvɹi fæntˈæstɪk ɡˈʌst ʌv pˈæʃən, ɔːɹ ʌv wˈɪm.