text_original: And yet—to the philosophy that craves Perfection, to the spirit that desires the golden mean, and hankers for the serene and balanced seat in the centre of the see saw, it seems a little pitiful, and constricted; a confession of defeat, a hedging and limitation of the soul.
text_transcription: AND YET TO THE PHILOSOPHY THAT CRAVES PERFECTION TO THE SPIRIT THAT DESIRES THE GOLDEN MEAN AND HANKERS FOR THE SERENE AND BALANCED SEAT IN THE CENTRE OF THE SEE SAW IT SEEMS A LITTLE PITIFUL AND CONSTRICTED A CONFESSION OF DEFEAT A HEDGING AND LIMITATION OF THE SOUL
phonemes: ænd jˈɛt—tə ðə fɪlˈɑːsəfi ðæt kɹˈeɪvz pɚfˈɛkʃən, tə ðə spˈɪɹɪt ðæt dɪzˈaɪɚz ðə ɡˈoʊldən mˈiːn, ænd hˈæŋkɚz fɚðə sɚɹˈiːn ænd bˈælənst sˈiːt ɪnðə sˈɛntɚɹ ʌvðə sˈiː sˈɔː, ɪt sˈiːmz ɐ lˈɪɾəl pˈɪɾifəl, ænd kənstɹˈɪktᵻd; ɐ kənfˈɛʃən ʌv dᵻfˈiːt, ɐ hˈɛdʒɪŋ ænd lˌɪmɪtˈeɪʃən ʌvðə sˈoʊl.