text_original: How often did I redden at the frequent whispers and loud laughter of my fellow beaux, which I imagined were excited by me; and how often did I envy the happy indifference of those choice spirits, who behold the distress of the scene without discovering the least symptom of approbation or concern.
text_transcription: HOW OFTEN DID I REDDEN AT THE FREQUENT WHISPERS AND LOUD LAUGHTER OF MY FELLOW BEAUX WHICH I IMAGINED WERE EXCITED BY ME AND HOW OFTEN DID I ENVY THE HAPPY INDIFFERENCE OF THOSE CHOICE SPIRITS WHO BEHOLD THE DISTRESS OF THE SCENE WITHOUT DISCOVERING THE LEAST SYMPTOM OF APPROBATION OR CONCERN
phonemes: hˌaʊ ˈɔfən dˈɪd aɪ ɹˈɛdən æt ðə fɹˈiːkwənt wˈɪspɚz ænd lˈaʊd lˈæftɚɹ ʌv maɪ fˈɛloʊ bˈoʊ, wˌɪtʃ aɪ ɪmˈædʒɪnd wɜːɹ ɛksˈaɪɾᵻd baɪ mˌiː; ænd hˌaʊ ˈɔfən dˈɪd aɪ ˈɛnvi ðə hˈæpi ɪndˈɪfɹəns ʌv ðoʊz tʃˈɔɪs spˈɪɹɪts, hˌuː bᵻhˈoʊld ðə dɪstɹˈɛs ʌvðə sˈiːn wɪðˌaʊt dɪskˈʌvɚɹɪŋ ðə lˈiːst sˈɪmptəm ʌv ˌæpɹəbˈeɪʃən ɔːɹ kənsˈɜːn.