text_original: His life was tragic, but not unhappy. Happiness came to him out of the little things that meant nothing to others, or were not so much as seen by them. He had a genius for living, and his genius for writing was only a part of it, the part which he left to others to remember him by.
text_transcription: HIS LIFE WAS TRAGIC BUT NOT UNHAPPY HAPPINESS CAME TO HIM OUT OF THE LITTLE THINGS THAT MEANT NOTHING TO OTHERS OR WERE NOT SO MUCH AS SEEN BY THEM HE HAD A GENIUS FOR LIVING AND HIS GENIUS FOR WRITING WAS ONLY A PART OF IT THE PART WHICH HE LEFT TO OTHERS TO REMEMBER HIM BY
phonemes: hɪz lˈaɪf wʌz tɹˈædʒɪk, bˌʌt nˌɑːt ʌnhˈæpi. hˈæpɪnəs kˈeɪm tə hˌɪm ˌaʊɾəv ðə lˈɪɾəl θˈɪŋz ðæt mˈɛnt nˈʌθɪŋ tʊ ˈʌðɚz, ɔːɹ wɜː nˌɑːt sˈoʊ mˌʌtʃ æz sˈiːn baɪ ðˌɛm. hiː hæd ɐ dʒˈiːnɪəs fɔːɹ lˈɪvɪŋ, ænd hɪz dʒˈiːnɪəs fɔːɹ ɹˈaɪɾɪŋ wʌz ˈoʊnli ɐ pˈɑːɹt ʌv ɪt, ðə pˈɑːɹt wˌɪtʃ hiː lˈɛft tʊ ˈʌðɚz tə ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚ hˌɪm bˈaɪ.