text_original: An inner restlessness, a discontent that cannot be quenched, a nervous stress permeates the people of our time. What they possess seems to them stale, worthless. What they pursued madly disappoints them when they have attained it.
text_transcription: AN INNER RESTLESSNESS A DISCONTENT THAT CANNOT BE QUENCHED A NERVOUS STRESS PERMEATES THE PEOPLE OF OUR TIME WHAT THEY POSSESS SEEMS TO THEM STALE WORTHLESS WHAT THEY PURSUED MADLY DISAPPOINTS THEM WHEN THEY HAVE ATTAINED IT
phonemes: ɐn ˈɪnɚ ɹˈɛstləsnəs, ɐ dɪskəntˈɛnt ðæt kænˈɑːt biː kwˈɛntʃt, ɐ nˈɜːvəs stɹˈɛs pˈɜːmɪˌeɪts ðə pˈiːpəl ʌv ˌaʊɚ tˈaɪm. wˌʌt ðeɪ pəzˈɛs sˈiːmz tə ðˌɛm stˈeɪl, wˈɜːθləs. wˌʌt ðeɪ pɚsˈuːd mˈædli dˌɪsɐpˈɔɪnts ðˌɛm wɛn ðeɪ hæv ɐtˈeɪnd ɪt.