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." Again she looked at the others appealingly, like a child that is afraid of Red Riding hood's wolf. "Age is such a hideous disease  the one incurable malady. And we must all have it.
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 AGAIN SHE LOOKED AT THE OTHERS APPEALINGLY LIKE A CHILD THAT IS AFRAID OF RED RIDING HOOD'S WOLF AGE IS SUCH A HIDEOUS DISEASE THE ONE INCURABLE MALADY AND WE MUST ALL HAVE IT
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." ɐɡˈɛn ʃiː lˈʊkt æt ðɪ ˈʌðɚz ɐpˈiːlɪŋli, lˈaɪk ɐ tʃˈaɪld ðæt ɪz ɐfɹˈeɪd ʌv ɹˈɛd ɹˈaɪdɪŋ hˈʊdz wˈʊlf. "ˈeɪdʒ ɪz sˈʌtʃ ɐ hˈɪdiəs dɪzˈiːz ðə wˈʌn ɪŋkjˈʊɹɹəbəl mˈælədi. ænd wiː mˈʌst ˈɔːl hˈæv ɪt.