text_original: Man, like Deity, creates in his own image. Sorrow had never pierced the heart of this prosperous and very respectable person. He was never guilty of indiscretion or excess, and no demon of discontent haunted his dreams.
text_transcription: MAN LIKE DEITY CREATES IN HIS OWN IMAGE SORROW HAD NEVER PIERCED THE HEART OF THIS PROSPEROUS AND VERY RESPECTABLE PERSON HE WAS NEVER GUILTY OF INDISCRETION OR EXCESS AND NO DEMON OF DISCONTENT HAUNTED HIS DREAMS
phonemes: mˈæn, lˈaɪk dˈiːəti, kɹiːˈeɪts ɪn hɪz ˈoʊn ˈɪmɪdʒ. sˈɑːɹoʊ hæd nˈɛvɚ pˈɪɹst ðə hˈɑːɹt ʌv ðɪs pɹˈɑːspɚɹəs ænd vˈɛɹi ɹᵻspˈɛktəbəl pˈɜːsən. hiː wʌz nˈɛvɚ ɡˈɪlti ʌv ˌɪndɪskɹˈɛʃən ɔːɹ ɛksˈɛs, ænd nˈoʊ dˈiːmən ʌv dɪskəntˈɛnt hˈɔːntᵻd hɪz dɹˈiːmz.