text_original: I don't suppose I was born only to be happy, was I, Lina ? We unfortunate mortals are supposed to belong to the silkworm rather than to the butterfly species, and to work out a career of usefulness in the grub and worm stages, before we earn the right to flutter feebly for a little while as elderly moths. Youth, from a Chris  tian point of view, is meant for work and self abnegation, and duty, and all that kind of thing ; isn't it, Lina
text_transcription: I DON'T SUPPOSE I WAS BORN ONLY TO BE HAPPY WAS I LENA WE UNFORTUNATE MORTALS ARE SUPPOSED TO BELONG TO THE SILKWORM RATHER THAN TO THE BUTTERFLY SPECIES AND TO WORK OUT A CAREER OF USEFULNESS IN THE GRUB AND WORM STAGES BEFORE WE EARN THE RIGHT TO FLUTTER FEEBLY FOR A LITTLE WHILE AS ELDERLY MOTHS YOUTH FROM A CHRISTIAN POINT OF VIEW IS MEANT FOR WORK AND SELF ABNEGATION AND DUTY AND ALL THAT KIND OF THING ISN'T IT LENA
phonemes: aɪ dˈoʊnt səpˈoʊz aɪ wʌz bˈɔːɹn ˈoʊnli təbi hˈæpi, wʌz ˈaɪ, lˈiːnə ? wiː ʌnfˈɔːɹtʃənət mˈɔːɹɾəlz ɑːɹ səpˈoʊzd tə bᵻlˈɔŋ tə ðə sˈɪlkwɜːm ɹˈæðɚ ðɐn tə ðə bˈʌɾɚflˌaɪ spˈiːsiːz, ænd tə wˈɜːk ˈaʊt ɐ kɚɹˈɪɹ ʌv jˈuːsfəlnəs ɪnðə ɡɹˈʌb ænd wˈɜːm stˈeɪdʒᵻz, bᵻfˌɔːɹ wiː ˈɜːn ðə ɹˈaɪt tə flˈʌɾɚ fˈiːbli fɚɹə lˈɪɾəl wˌaɪl æz ˈɛldɚli mˈɑːθs. jˈuːθ, fɹʌm ɐ kɹˈɪs tjˈæn pˈɔɪnt ʌv vjˈuː, ɪz mˈɛnt fɔːɹ wˈɜːk ænd sˈɛlf ˌæbnɪɡˈeɪʃən, ænd dˈuːɾi, ænd ˈɔːl ðæt kˈaɪnd ʌv θˈɪŋ ; ˈɪzənt ɪt, lˈiːnə