text_original: "What does it matter?" he said to himself. "My life was growing unbearable. The gloom was closing round me like a funeral pall. Kate was my only refuge. I have never been in love with her; but she stops me from thinking."
text_transcription: WHAT DOES IT MATTER HE SAID TO HIMSELF MY LIFE WAS GROWING UNBEARABLE THE GLOOM WAS CLOSING ROUND ME LIKE A FUNERAL PALL KATE WAS MY ONLY REFUGE I HAVE NEVER BEEN IN LOVE WITH HER BUT SHE STOPS ME FROM THINKING
phonemes: "wˌʌt dˈʌz ɪt mˈæɾɚ?" hiː sˈɛd tə hɪmsˈɛlf. "maɪ lˈaɪf wʌz ɡɹˈoʊɪŋ ʌnbˈɛɹəbəl. ðə ɡlˈuːm wʌz klˈoʊzɪŋ ɹˈaʊnd mˌiː lˈaɪk ɐ fjˈuːnɚɹəl pˈɔːl. kˈeɪt wʌz maɪ ˈoʊnli ɹˈɛfjuːdʒ. aɪ hæv nˈɛvɚ bˌɪn ɪn lˈʌv wɪð hɜː; bˌʌt ʃiː stˈɑːps mˌiː fɹʌm θˈɪŋkɪŋ."