text_original: "Age is such a hideous disease  the one incurable malady. And we must all have it. We are all growing old; even you, Vera, though you have not begun to think about it. I didn't till I was thirty.
text_transcription: AGE IS SUCH A HIDEOUS DISEASE THE ONE INCURABLE MALADY AND WE MUST ALL HAVE IT WE ARE ALL GROWING OLD EVEN YOU VERA THOUGH YOU HAVE NOT BEGUN TO THINK ABOUT IT I DIDN'T TILL I WAS THIRTY
phonemes: "ˈeɪdʒ ɪz sˈʌtʃ ɐ hˈɪdiəs dɪzˈiːz ðə wˈʌn ɪŋkjˈʊɹɹəbəl mˈælədi. ænd wiː mˈʌst ˈɔːl hˈæv ɪt. wiː ɑːɹ ˈɔːl ɡɹˈoʊɪŋ ˈoʊld; ˈiːvən juː, vˈiəɹə, ðˌoʊ juː hɐvnˌɑːt bɪɡˈʌn tə θˈɪŋk ɐbˈaʊt ɪt. aɪ dˈɪdnt tˈɪl aɪ wʌz θˈɜːɾi.