text_original: "Would that I were something else," so groans this look, "but there is no hope. I am what I am: how could I get away from myself? And, verily — / am sick of myself!"
text_transcription: WOULD THAT I WERE SOMETHING ELSE SO GROANS THIS LOOK BUT THERE IS NO HOPE I AM WHAT I AM HOW COULD I GET AWAY FROM MYSELF AND VERILY I AM SICK OF MYSELF
phonemes: "wʊd ðæt aɪ wɜː sˈʌmθɪŋ ˈɛls," sˌoʊ ɡɹˈoʊnz ðɪs lˈʊk, "bˌʌt ðɛɹ ɪz nˈoʊ hˈoʊp. aɪɐm wʌt aɪˈæm: hˌaʊ kʊd aɪ ɡɛt ɐwˈeɪ fɹʌm maɪsˈɛlf? ænd, vˈɛɹili — slˈæʃ æm sˈɪk ʌv maɪsˈɛlf!"