text_original: It was a mercy of God you did not knock your brains out against some post in your career. Oh, my conscience! I believe, had I been in the inmost recesses of my habitation—the very penetralia—your eagerness would have surmounted bolts, bars, decency, and everything. The den of Cacus, or sanctum sanctorum, could not have hid me from you. But come along the gentleman of whom I spoke is in the house; I will present you to him forthwith."
text_transcription: IT WAS A MERCY OF GOD YOU DID NOT KNOCK YOUR BRAINS OUT AGAINST SOME POST IN YOUR CAREER OH MY CONSCIENCE I BELIEVE HAD I BEEN THE INMOST RECESSES OF MY HABITATION THE VERY PENETRALIA YOUR EAGERNESS WOULD HAVE SURMOUNTED BOLTS BARS DECENCY IN EVERYTHING THE DEN OF CACUS OR SANCTUM SANCTORUM COULD NOT HAVE HID ME FROM YOU BUT COME ALONG THE GENTLEMAN OF WHOM I SPOKE IS IN THE HOUSE I WILL PRESENT YOU TO HIM FORTHWITH
phonemes: ɪt wʌzɐ mˈɜːsi ʌv ɡˈɑːd juː dɪdnˌɑːt nˈɑːk jʊɹ bɹˈeɪnz ˈaʊt ɐɡˈɛnst sˌʌm pˈoʊst ɪn jʊɹ kɚɹˈɪɹ. ˈoʊ, maɪ kˈɑːnʃəns! aɪ bᵻlˈiːv, hæd aɪ bˌɪn ɪnðɪ ˈɪnmoʊst ɹˈiːsɛsᵻz ʌv maɪ hˌæbɪtˈeɪʃən—ðə vˈɛɹi pˌɛnɪtɹˈeɪliə—jʊɹ ˈiːɡɚnəs wʊdhɐv sɚmˈaʊntᵻd bˈoʊlts, bˈɑːɹz, dˈiːsənsi, ænd ˈɛvɹɪθˌɪŋ. ðə dˈɛn ʌv kˈækəs, ɔːɹ sˈæŋktəm sæŋktˈɔːɹəm, kʊd nˌɑːɾɐv hˈɪd mˌiː fɹʌm juː. bˌʌt kˈʌm ɐlˈɔŋ ðə dʒˈɛntəlmən ʌv hˈuːm aɪ spˈoʊk ɪz ɪnðə hˈaʊs; aɪ wɪl pɹɪzˈɛnt juː tə hˌɪm fˈɔːɹθwɪθ."