text_original: That I might, however, mortify his vanity, which triumphed without bounds over my misfortune, I thrust his sword up to the hilt in something (it was not a tansy), that lay smoking on the plain, and joined the rest of the soldiers with an air of tranquillity and indifference.
text_transcription: THAT I MIGHT HOWEVER MORTIFY HIS VANITY WHICH TRIUMPHED WITHOUT BOUNDS OVER MY MISFORTUNE I THRUST HIS SWORD UP TO THE HILT IN SOMETHING IT WAS NOT A TANSY THAT LAY SMOKING ON THE PLAIN AND JOINED THE REST OF THE SOLDIERS WITH AN AIR OF TRANQUILLITY AND INDIFFERENCE
phonemes: ðæt aɪ mˈaɪt, haʊˈɛvɚ, mˈɔːɹɾᵻfˌaɪ hɪz vˈænᵻɾi, wˌɪtʃ tɹˈaɪʌmft wɪðˌaʊt bˈaʊndz ˌoʊvɚ maɪ mɪsfˈɔːɹtʃʊn, aɪ θɹˈʌst hɪz sˈɔːɹd ˌʌp tə ðə hˈɪlt ɪn sˈʌmθɪŋ (ɪt wʌz nˌɑːɾə tˈænzi), ðæt lˈeɪ smˈoʊkɪŋ ɔnðə plˈeɪn, ænd dʒˈɔɪnd ðə ɹˈɛst ʌvðə sˈoʊldʒɚz wɪð ɐn ˈɛɹ ʌv tɹæŋkwˈɪlᵻɾi ænd ɪndˈɪfɹəns.