text_original: A thousand times I wished myself a bear, that I might retreat to woods and deserts, far from the inhospitable haunts of man, where I could live by my own talents, independent of treacherous friends and supercilious scorn.
text_transcription: A THOUSAND TIMES I WISHED MYSELF A BEAR THAT I MIGHT RETREAT TO WOODS AND DESERTS FAR FROM THE INHOSPITABLE HAUNTS OF MAN WHERE I COULD LIVE BY MY OWN TALENTS INDEPENDENT OF TREACHEROUS FRIENDS AND SUPERCILIOUS SCORN
phonemes: ɐ θˈaʊzənd tˈaɪmz aɪ wˈɪʃt maɪsˈɛlf ɐ bˈɛɹ, ðæt aɪ mˌaɪt ɹᵻtɹˈiːt tə wˈʊdz ænd dˈɛzɚts, fˈɑːɹ fɹʌmðɪ ɪnhɑːspˈɪɾəbəl hˈɔːnts ʌv mˈæn, wˌɛɹ aɪ kʊd lˈɪv baɪ maɪ ˈoʊn tˈælənts, ˌɪndᵻpˈɛndənt ʌv tɹˈɛtʃɚɹəs fɹˈɛndz ænd sˌuːpɚsˈɪliəs skˈɔːɹn.