text_original: There is but one thing to do, but first I would ask your permission. Let me make an end of myself." The sage frowned. [Illustration] "It must be as you say," he replied after some moments' silence. "You are perhaps so constituted that happiness is impossible for you.
text_transcription: THERE IS BUT ONE THING TO DO BUT FIRST I WOULD ASK YOUR PERMISSION LET ME MAKE AN END OF MYSELF THE SAGE FROWNED MUST BE AS YOU SAY HE REPLIED AFTER SOME MOMENTS OF SILENCE YOU ARE PERHAPS SO CONSTITUTED THAT HAPPINESS IS IMPOSSIBLE FOR YOU
phonemes: ðɛɹ ɪz bˌʌt wˈʌn θˈɪŋ tə dˈuː, bˌʌt fˈɜːst aɪ wʊd ˈæsk jʊɹ pɚmˈɪʃən. lˈɛt mˌiː mˌeɪk ɐn ˈɛnd ʌv maɪsˈɛlf." ðə sˈeɪdʒ fɹˈaʊnd. [ˌɪləstɹˈeɪʃən] "ɪt mˈʌst biː æz juː sˈeɪ," hiː ɹᵻplˈaɪd ˈæftɚ sˌʌm mˈoʊmənts sˈaɪləns. "juː ɑːɹ pɚhˈæps sˌoʊ kˈɑːnstɪtˌuːɾᵻd ðæt hˈæpɪnəs ɪz ɪmpˈɑːsᵻbəl fɔːɹ juː.