text_original: . . . Man is sick of it, oft enough there are whole epi  demics of this satiety (as about 1348, the time of the Dance of Death) : but even this very nausea, this tired  ASCETIC IDEALS 127 ness, this disgust with himself, all this is discharged from him with such force that it is immediately made into a new fetter.
text_transcription: MAN IS SICK OF IT OFTEN ENOUGH THERE ARE WHOLE EPIDEMICS OF THIS SATIETY AS ABOUT THIRTEEN FORTY EIGHT AT THE TIME OF THE DANCE OF DEATH BUT EVEN THIS VERY NAUSEA THIS TIREDNESS THIS DISGUST WITH HIMSELF ALL THIS IS DISCHARGED FROM HIM WITH SUCH FORCE THAT IT IS IMMEDIATELY MADE INTO A NEW FETTER
phonemes: . . . mˈæn ɪz sˈɪk ʌv ɪt, ˈɔft ɪnˈʌf ðɛɹˌɑːɹ hˈoʊl ˈɛpi dˈɛmɪks ʌv ðɪs sætˈaɪəɾi (æz ɐbˌaʊt wˈʌn θˈaʊzənd θɹˈiːhˈʌndɹɪd fˈɔːɹɾi ˈeɪt, ðə tˈaɪm ʌvðə dˈæns ʌv dˈɛθ) : bˌʌt ˈiːvən ðɪs vˈɛɹi nˈɔːsɪə, ðɪs tˈaɪɚd ɐsˈɛɾɪk aɪdˈiəlz wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd twˈɛnti sˈɛvən nˈɛs, ðɪs dɪsɡˈʌst wɪð hɪmsˈɛlf, ˈɔːl ðɪs ɪz dɪstʃˈɑːɹdʒd fɹʌm hˌɪm wɪð sˈʌtʃ fˈɔːɹs ðˌɐɾɪt ɪz ɪmˈiːdɪətli mˌeɪd ˌɪntʊ ɐ nˈuː fˈɛɾɚ.