text_original: A year ago Vera had been killing thought in ceaseless movement, in ephemeral pleasures that left no time for memory or regret, but since the coming of satiety she had found that to think or to regret was less intolerable than to live a life of spurious gaiety, to laugh with a leaden heart, and to pretend to be amused by pleasures that sickened her.
text_transcription: A YEAR AGO VERA HAD BEEN KILLING THOUGHT IN CEASELESS MOVEMENT IN EPHEMERAL PLEASURES THAT LEFT NO TIME FOR MEMORY OR REGRET BUT SINCE THE COMING OF SATIETY SHE HAD FOUND THAT TO THINK OR TO REGRET WAS LESS INTOLERABLE THAN TO LIVE A LIFE OF SPURIOUS GAIETY TO LAUGH WITH A LEADEN HEART AND TO PRETEND TO BE AMUSED BY PLEASURES THAT SICKENED HER
phonemes: ɐ jˈɪɹ ɐɡˈoʊ vˈiəɹə hɐdbɪn kˈɪlɪŋ θˈɔːt ɪn sˈiːsləs mˈuːvmənt, ɪn ɪfˈɛmɚɹəl plˈɛʒɚz ðæt lˈɛft nˈoʊ tˈaɪm fɔːɹ mˈɛmɚɹi ɔːɹ ɹᵻɡɹˈɛt, bˌʌt sˈɪns ðə kˈʌmɪŋ ʌv sætˈaɪəɾi ʃiː hæd fˈaʊnd ðæt tə θˈɪŋk ɔːɹ tə ɹᵻɡɹˈɛt wʌz lˈɛs ɪntˈɑːlɚɹəbəl ðɐn tə lˈɪv ɐ lˈaɪf ʌv spjˈʊɹɹiəs ɡˈeɪəɾi, tə lˈæf wɪð ɐ lˈɛdən hˈɑːɹt, ænd tə pɹɪtˈɛnd təbi ɐmjˈuːzd baɪ plˈɛʒɚz ðæt sˈɪkənd hɜː.