text_original: My imagination was so engrossed by these ideas, that in my sleep I dreamed Lothario appeared before me pale, mangled, and bloody, blamed my rashness, protested his innocence, and pleaded his cause so pathetically, that I was convinced of his fidelity, and waked in a fit of horror and remorse. I dropped asleep again, and the same apparition recurred to my fancy.
text_transcription: MY IMAGINATION WAS SO ENGROSSED BY THESE IDEAS THAT IN MY SLEEP I DREAMED LOTHARIA APPEARED BEFORE ME PALE MANGLED AND BLOODY BLAMED MY RASHNESS PROTESTED HIS INNOCENCE AND PLEADED HIS CAUSE SO PATHETICALLY THAT I WAS CONVINCED OF HIS FIDELITY AND WAKED IN A FIT OF AWE AND REMORSE I DROPPED ASLEEP AGAIN AND THE SAME APPARITION RECURRED TO MY FANCY
phonemes: maɪ ɪmˌædʒᵻnˈeɪʃən wʌz sˌoʊ ɛŋɡɹˈoʊst baɪ ðiːz aɪdˈiəz, ðæt ɪn maɪ slˈiːp aɪ dɹˈiːmd ləθˈæɹɪˌoʊ ɐpˈɪɹd bᵻfˌɔːɹ mˌiː pˈeɪl, mˈæŋɡəld, ænd blˈʌdi, blˈeɪmd maɪ ɹˈæʃnəs, pɹətˈɛstᵻd hɪz ˈɪnəsəns, ænd plˈiːdᵻd hɪz kˈɔːz sˌoʊ pɐθˈɛɾɪkli, ðæt aɪ wʌz kənvˈɪnst ʌv hɪz fᵻdˈɛlᵻɾi, ænd wˈeɪkt ɪn ɐ fˈɪt ʌv hˈɔɹɚ ænd ɹᵻmˈɔːɹs. aɪ dɹˈɑːpt ɐslˈiːp ɐɡˈɛn, ænd ðə sˈeɪm ˌæpɚɹˈɪʃən ɹᵻkˈɜːd tə maɪ fˈænsi.