text_original: That one terror swallows up all trivial fears. They might take my money, they might steep me in poverty to the lips, and if I could keep youth and good looks, I should hardly mind."
text_transcription: THAT ONE TERROR SWALLOWS UP ALL TRIVIAL FEARS THEY MIGHT TAKE MY MONEY THEY MIGHT STEEP ME IN POVERTY TO THE LIPS AND IF I COULD KEEP YOUTH AND GOOD LOOKS I SHOULD HARDLY MIND
phonemes: ðˈætwˌʌn tˈɛɹɚ swˈɔloʊz ˌʌp ˈɔːl tɹˈɪvɪəl fˈɪɹz. ðeɪ mˌaɪt tˈeɪk maɪ mˈʌni, ðeɪ mˌaɪt stˈiːp mˌiː ɪn pˈɑːvɚɾi tə ðə lˈɪps, ænd ɪf aɪ kʊd kˈiːp jˈuːθ ænd ɡˈʊd lˈʊks, aɪ ʃˌʊd hˈɑːɹdli mˈaɪnd."