text_original: I could not bear the thought of falling ingloriously by the hand of an executioner, and entailing disgrace upon a family that knew no stain; and I was deterred from putting an end to my own misery, by the apprehension of posthumous censure, which would have represented me as a desponding wretch, utterly destitute of that patience, fortitude, and resignation, which are the characteristics of a true Castilian.
text_transcription: I COULD NOT BEAR THE THOUGHT OF FALLING INGLORIOUSLY BY THE HAND OF AN EXECUTIONER AND ENTAILING DISGRACE UPON A FAMILY THAT KNEW NO STAIN AND I WAS DETERRED FROM PUTTING AN END TO MY OWN MISERY BY THE APPREHENSION OF POSTHUMOUS CENSURE WHICH WOULD HAVE REPRESENTED ME AS A DESPONDING WRETCH UTTERLY DESTITUTE OF THAT PATIENCE FORTITUDE AND RESIGNATION WHICH ARE THE CHARACTERISTICS OF A TRUE CASTILIAN
phonemes: aɪ kʊd nˌɑːt bˈɛɹ ðə θˈɔːt ʌv fˈɔːlɪŋ ɪŋɡlˈɔːɹiəsli baɪ ðə hˈænd əvən ˌɛksɪkjˈuːʃənɚ, ænd ɛntˈeɪlɪŋ dɪsɡɹˈeɪs əpˌɑːn ɐ fˈæmɪli ðæt nˈuː nˈoʊ stˈeɪn; ænd aɪ wʌz dɪtˈɜːd fɹʌm pˈʊɾɪŋ ɐn ˈɛnd tə maɪ ˈoʊn mˈɪzɚɹi, baɪ ðɪ ˌæpɹihˈɛnʃən ʌv pˈoʊsthjuːməs sˈɛnʃɚ, wˌɪtʃ wʊdhɐv ɹˌɛpɹᵻzˈɛntᵻd mˌiː æz ɐ dᵻspˈɑːndɪŋ ɹˈɛtʃ, ˈʌɾɚli dˈɛstɪtˌuːt ʌv ðæt pˈeɪʃəns, fˈɔːɹɾɪtˌuːd, ænd ɹˌɛzɪɡnˈeɪʃən, wˌɪtʃ ɑːɹ ðə kˌæɹɪktɚɹˈɪstɪks əvə tɹˈuː kæstˈɪliən.