text_original: She remembered all his foolish speeches now, and what serious insults they had seemed to her, or to the child that she had once been  that innocent child whose identity with herself was so hard to believe. They were happy again, they were lovers again. Here they could say to each other, "Do you remember?" Here memory was a gentle nymph, and not an avenging fury.
text_transcription: SHE REMEMBERED ALL HIS FOOLISH SPEECHES NOW AND WHAT SERIOUS INSULTS THEY HAD SEEMED TO HER OR TO THE CHILD THAT SHE HAD ONCE BEEN THAT INNOCENT CHILD WHOSE IDENTITY WITH HERSELF WAS SO HARD TO BELIEVE THEY WERE HAPPY AGAIN THEY WERE LOVERS AGAIN HERE THEY COULD SAY TO EACH OTHER DO YOU REMEMBER HERE MEMORY WAS A GENTLE NYMPH AND NOT AN AVENGING FURY
phonemes: ʃiː ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚd ˈɔːl hɪz fˈuːlɪʃ spˈiːtʃᵻz nˈaʊ, ænd wʌt sˈɪɹiəs ˈɪnsʌlts ðeɪ hæd sˈiːmd tə hɜː, ɔːɹ tə ðə tʃˈaɪld ðæt ʃiː hæd wˈʌns bˌɪn ðæt ˈɪnəsənt tʃˈaɪld hˌuːz aɪdˈɛntᵻɾi wɪð hɜːsˈɛlf wʌz sˌoʊ hˈɑːɹd tə bᵻlˈiːv. ðeɪ wɜː hˈæpi ɐɡˈɛn, ðeɪ wɜː lˈʌvɚz ɐɡˈɛn. hˈɪɹ ðeɪ kʊd sˈeɪ tʊ ˈiːtʃ ˈʌðɚ, "dˈuː juː ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚ?" hˈɪɹ mˈɛmɚɹi wʌzɐ dʒˈɛntəl nˈɪmf, ænd nˌɑːt ɐn ɐvˈɛndʒɪŋ fjˈʊɹɹi.