text_original: * * * * * These two who had begun to be tired of each other were lovers again  and even memory was kind  even memory, the slow torture of thoughtful minds. They recalled the joys of fifteen years ago; and the joys of to day were almost the same.
text_transcription: THESE TWO WHO HAD BEGUN TO BE TIRED OF EACH OTHER WERE LOVERS AGAIN AND EVEN MEMORY WAS KIND EVEN MEMORY THE SLOW TORTURE OF THOUGHTFUL MINDS THEY RECALL THE JOYS OF FIFTEEN YEARS AGO AND THE JOYS OF TO DAY WERE ALMOST THE SAME
phonemes: ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ðiːz tˈuː hˌuː hæd bɪɡˈʌn təbi tˈaɪɚd ʌv ˈiːtʃ ˈʌðɚ wɜː lˈʌvɚz ɐɡˈɛn ænd ˈiːvən mˈɛmɚɹi wʌz kˈaɪnd ˈiːvən mˈɛmɚɹi, ðə slˈoʊ tˈɔːɹtʃɚɹ ʌv θˈɔːtfəl mˈaɪndz. ðeɪ ɹᵻkˈɔːld ðə dʒˈɔɪz ʌv fˈɪftiːn jˈɪɹz ɐɡˈoʊ; ænd ðə dʒˈɔɪz ʌv tə dˈeɪ wɜːɹ ˈɔːlmoʊst ðə sˈeɪm.