text_original: One may be perfectly justified in being always afraid of the blonde beast that lies at the core of all aristocratic races, and in being on one's guard: but who would not a hundred times prefer to be afraid, when one at the same time admires, than to be immune from fear, at the cost of being perpetually obsessed with the loath  some spectacle of the distorted, the dwarfed, the stunted, the envenomed? And is that not our fate?
text_transcription: ONE MAY BE PERFECTLY JUSTIFIED IN BEING ALWAYS AFRAID OF THE BLOND BEAST THAT LIES AT THE CORE OF ALL ARISTOCRATIC RACES AND IN BEING ONE'S GUARD WHO WOULD NOT A HUNDRED TIMES PREFER TO BE AFRAID WHEN ONE AT THE SAME TIME ADMIRES THAN TO BE IMMUNE FROM FEAR AT THE COST OF BEING PERPETUALLY OBSESSED WITH A LOATHSOME SPECTACLE OF THE DISTORTED THE DWARFED THE STUNTED THE ENVENOMED AND IS THAT NOT OUR FATE
phonemes: wˈʌn mˈeɪ biː pˈɜːfɛktli dʒˈʌstᵻfˌaɪd ɪn bˌiːɪŋ ˈɔːlweɪz ɐfɹˈeɪd ʌvðə blˈɑːnd bˈiːst ðæt lˈaɪz æt ðə kˈɔːɹ ʌv ˈɔːl ɚɹˌɪstəkɹˈæɾɪk ɹˈeɪsᵻz, ænd ɪn bˌiːɪŋ ˌɔn wˈʌnz ɡˈɑːɹd: bˌʌt hˌuː wʊd nˌɑːɾə hˈʌndɹɪd tˈaɪmz pɹɪfˈɜː təbi ɐfɹˈeɪd, wˌɛn wˈʌn æt ðə sˈeɪm tˈaɪm ɐdmˈaɪɚz, ðɐn təbi ɪmjˈuːn fɹʌm fˈɪɹ, æt ðə kˈɔst ʌv bˌiːɪŋ pɚpˈɛtʃuːəli əbsˈɛst wɪððə lˈoʊθ sˌʌm spˈɛktəkəl ʌvðə dɪstˈɔːɹɾᵻd, ðə dwˈɔːɹft, ðə stˈʌntᵻd, ðɪ ɛnvˈɛnəmd? ænd ɪz ðæt nˌɑːt ˌaʊɚ fˈeɪt?