text_original: ' That kind of thing comes upon one unawares. You talk as if you could choose whether you would fall in love or not — like Hercules between his two roads, deliberating whether he should go to the right or the left. Ah, my dear, when we come to that stage of our journey there is but one road for us : and whether it lead to the Garden of Eden or the Slough of Despond, we must travel over it.'
text_transcription: THAT KIND OF THING COMES UPON ONE UNAWARES YOU TALK AS IF YOU COULD CHOOSE WHETHER YOU WOULD FALL IN LOVE OR NOT LIKE HERCULES BETWEEN HIS TWO ROADS DELIBERATING WHETHER HE SHOULD GO TO THE RIGHT OR THE LEFT AH MY DEAR WHEN WE COME TO THAT STAGE OF OUR JOURNEY THERE IS BUT ONE ROAD FOR US AND WHETHER IT LEAD TO THE GARDEN OF EDEN OR THE SLOUGH OF DESPOND WE MUST TRAVEL OVER IT
phonemes: ðæt kˈaɪnd ʌv θˈɪŋ kˈʌmz əpˌɑːn wˈʌn ˌʌnəwˈɛɹz. juː tˈɔːk æz ɪf juː kʊd tʃˈuːz wˈɛðɚ juː wʊd fˈɔːl ɪn lˈʌv ɔːɹ nˈɑːt — lˈaɪk hˈɜːkjʊlˌiːz bᵻtwˌiːn hɪz tˈuː ɹˈoʊdz, dᵻlˈɪbɚɹˌeɪɾɪŋ wˈɛðɚ hiː ʃˌʊd ɡˌoʊ tə ðə ɹˈaɪt ɔːɹ ðə lˈɛft. ˈɑː, maɪ dˈɪɹ, wˌɛn wiː kˈʌm tə ðæt stˈeɪdʒ ʌv ˌaʊɚ dʒˈɜːni ðɛɹ ɪz bˌʌt wˈʌn ɹˈoʊd fɔːɹ ˌʌs : ænd wˈɛðɚɹ ɪt lˈiːd tə ðə ɡˈɑːɹdən ʌv ˈiːdən ɔːɹ ðə slˈaʊ ʌv dᵻspˈɑːnd, wiː mˈʌst tɹˈævəl ˈoʊvɚɹ ɪt.