text_original: ' Your twenty fifth birthday, forsooth ! Why, you will be an old woman before you are married. In all the novels I ever read, the heroine married before she was twenty, and even then she seemed sometimes quite an old thing. Eighteen is the proper age for orange blossoms and a Brussels veil.'
text_transcription: YOUR TWENTY FIFTH BIRTHDAY FORSOOTH WHY YOU WILL BE AN OLD WOMAN BEFORE YOU ARE MARRIED IN ALL THE NOVELS I EVER READ THE HEROINE MARRIED BEFORE SHE WAS TWENTY AND EVEN THEN SHE SEEMED SOMETIMES QUITE AN OLD THING EIGHTEEN IS THE PROPER AGE FOR ORANGE BLOSSOMS AND A BRUSSELS VEIL
phonemes: jʊɹ twˈɛnti fˈɪfθ bˈɜːθdeɪ, fɔːɹsˈuːð ! wˈaɪ, juː wɪl biː ɐn ˈoʊld wˈʊmən bᵻfˌɔːɹ juː ɑːɹ mˈæɹid. ɪn ˈɔːl ðə nˈɑːvəlz aɪ ˈɛvɚ ɹˈiːd, ðə hˈɛɹoʊˌɪn mˈæɹid bᵻfˌɔːɹ ʃiː wʌz twˈɛnti, ænd ˈiːvən ðˈɛn ʃiː sˈiːmd sˈʌmtaɪmz kwˈaɪt ɐn ˈoʊld θˈɪŋ. ˈeɪtiːn ɪz ðə pɹˈɑːpɚɹ ˈeɪdʒ fɔːɹ ˈɔɹɪndʒ blˈɔsəmz ænd ɐ bɹˈʌsəlz vˈeɪl.