text_original: Yes, there was one who mattered. His mother! But to night he could not even think of her, or if he thought of her it was to tell himself that if Provana divorced his wife, and he and Vera were married, his mother would be reconciled to the inevitable.
text_transcription: YES THERE WAS ONE WHO MATTERED HIS MOTHER BUT TO NIGHT HE COULD NOT EVEN THINK OF HER OR IF HE THOUGHT OF HER IT WAS TO TELL HIMSELF THAT IF PROVANA DIVORCED HIS WIFE AND HE AND VERA WERE MARRIED HIS MOTHER WOULD BE RECONCILED TO THE INEVITABLE
phonemes: jˈɛs, ðɛɹwˌʌz wˈʌn hˌuː mˈæɾɚd. hɪz mˈʌðɚ! bˌʌt tə nˈaɪt hiː kʊd nˌɑːt ˈiːvən θˈɪŋk ʌv hɜː, ɔːɹ ɪf hiː θˈɔːt ʌv hɜːɹ ɪt wʌz tə tˈɛl hɪmsˈɛlf ðæt ɪf pɹəvˈɑːnə dᵻvˈɔːɹst hɪz wˈaɪf, ænd hiː ænd vˈiəɹə wɜː mˈæɹid, hɪz mˈʌðɚ wʊd biː ɹˈɛkənsˌaɪld tə ðɪ ɪnˈɛvᵻɾəbəl.