text_original: But oh, what shall I do without him? It is horrible, selfish, unworthy; but I can only think of myself and my own desolate old age. Only a few years more, perhaps, only a few years of solitude and mourning; but my mind and heart rise in rebellion against Fate.
text_transcription: BUT OH WHAT SHALL I DO WITHOUT HIM IT IS HORRIBLE SELFISH UNWORTHY BUT I CAN ONLY THINK OF MYSELF AND MY OWN DESOLATE OLD AGE ONLY A FEW YEARS MORE PERHAPS ONLY A FEW YEARS OF SOLITUDE AND MOURNING BUT MY MIND AND HEART RISE IN REBELLION AGAINST FATE
phonemes: bˌʌt ˈoʊ, wˌʌt ʃˌæl aɪ dˈuː wɪðˈaʊt hˌɪm? ɪɾ ɪz hˈɔːɹɪbəl, sˈɛlfɪʃ, ʌnwˈɜːði; bˌʌt aɪ kæn ˈoʊnli θˈɪŋk ʌv maɪsˈɛlf ænd maɪ ˈoʊn dˈɛsələt ˈoʊld ˈeɪdʒ. ˈoʊnli ɐ fjˈuː jˈɪɹz mˈɔːɹ, pɚhˈæps, ˈoʊnli ɐ fjˈuː jˈɪɹz ʌv sˈɑːlɪtˌuːd ænd mˈɔːɹnɪŋ; bˌʌt maɪ mˈaɪnd ænd hˈɑːɹt ɹˈaɪz ɪn ɹᵻbˈɛliən ɐɡˈɛnst fˈeɪt.