text_original: I lived between my music and books, on the whole a rather unwholesome life for a boy to lead. I dwelt in a world of imagination, of dreams and air castles  the kind of atmosphere that sometimes nourishes a genius, more often men unfitted for the practical struggles of life.
text_transcription: I LIVED BETWEEN MY MUSIC AND BOOKS ON THE WHOLE A RATHER UNWHOLESOME LIFE FOR A BOY TO LEAD I DWELT IN A WORLD OF IMAGINATION OF DREAMS AND AIR CASTLES THE KIND OF ATMOSPHERE THAT SOMETIMES NOURISHES A GENIUS MORE OFTEN MEN UNFITTED FOR THE PRACTICAL STRUGGLES OF LIFE
phonemes: aɪ lˈɪvd bᵻtwˌiːn maɪ mjˈuːzɪk ænd bˈʊks, ɔnðə hˈoʊl ɐ ɹˈæðɚɹ ʌnhˈoʊlsʌm lˈaɪf fɚɹə bˈɔɪ tə lˈiːd. aɪ dwˈɛlt ɪn ɐ wˈɜːld ʌv ɪmˌædʒᵻnˈeɪʃən, ʌv dɹˈiːmz ænd ˈɛɹ kˈæsəlz ðə kˈaɪnd ʌv ˈætməsfˌɪɹ ðæt sˈʌmtaɪmz nˈɜːɹɪʃᵻz ɐ dʒˈiːnɪəs, mˈɔːɹ ˈɔfən mˈɛn ʌnfˈɪɾᵻd fɚðə pɹˈæktɪkəl stɹˈʌɡəlz ʌv lˈaɪf.