text_original: At any rate, as I never eat preserves myself, I can still, even with a restricted sugar allowance, enjoy the peculiar pleasure that arises within a woman's soul when she is occasionally able to say, quite casually as it were, to a friend: "Would you care to have a pot of my new gooseberry and cinnamon jam?
text_transcription: AT ANY RATE AS I NEVER EAT PRESERVES MYSELF I CAN STILL EVEN WITH A RESTRICTED SUGAR ALLOWANCE ENJOY THE PECULIAR PLEASURE THAT ARISES WITHIN A WOMAN'S SOUL WHEN SHE IS OCCASIONALLY ABLE TO SAY QUITE CASUALLY AS IT WERE TO A FRIEND WOULD YOU CARE TO HAVE A POT OF MY NEW GOOSEBERRY AND CINNAMON JAM
phonemes: æɾ ˌɛni ɹˈeɪt, æz aɪ nˈɛvɚɹ ˈiːt pɹɪzˈɜːvz maɪsˈɛlf, aɪ kæn stˈɪl, ˈiːvən wɪð ɐ ɹᵻstɹˈɪktᵻd ʃˈʊɡɚɹ ɐlˈaʊəns, ɛndʒˈɔɪ ðə pɪkjˈuːlɪɹ plˈɛʒɚ ðæt ɚɹˈaɪzᵻz wɪðˌɪn ɐ wˈʊmənz sˈoʊl wɛn ʃiː ɪz əkˈeɪʒənəli ˈeɪbəl tə sˈeɪ, kwˈaɪt kˈæʒuːəli æz ɪt wɜː, tʊ ɐ fɹˈɛnd: "wʊd juː kˈɛɹ tə hæv ɐ pˈɑːt ʌv maɪ nˈuː ɡˈuːsbɛɹi ænd sˈɪnəmən dʒˈæm?