text_original: Then, Ma'am, she seems to take pleasure in nothing but sorrow and melancholy. The books she reads are so sad, that sometimes, when her own eyes are tired and she makes me read them to her, I get quite horrible thoughts in my head. But my lady, instead of trying, as I do, to shake them off, will go directly to her music, and play such mournful tunes, that it really quite overcomes me, as I am at work in another room.
text_transcription: THEN MA'AM SHE SEEMS TO TAKE PLEASURE IN NOTHING BUT SORROW AND MELANCHOLY THE BOOKS SHE READS ARE SO SAD THAT SOMETIMES WHEN HER OWN EYES ARE TIRED AND SHE MAKES ME READ THEM TO HER I GET QUITE HORRIBLE THOUGHTS IN MY HEAD BUT MY LADY INSTEAD OF TRYING AS I DO TO SHAKE THEM OFF WILL GO DIRECTLY TO HER MUSIC AND PLAY SUCH MOURNFUL TUNES THAT IT REALLY QUITE OVERCOMES ME AS I AM AT WORK IN ANOTHER ROOM
phonemes: ðˈɛn, mˈæm, ʃiː sˈiːmz tə tˈeɪk plˈɛʒɚɹ ɪn nˈʌθɪŋ bˌʌt sˈɑːɹoʊ ænd mˈɛləŋkˌɑːli. ðə bˈʊks ʃiː ɹˈiːdz ɑːɹ sˌoʊ sˈæd, ðæt sˈʌmtaɪmz, wˌɛn hɜːɹ ˈoʊn ˈaɪz ɑːɹ tˈaɪɚd ænd ʃiː mˌeɪks mˌiː ɹˈiːd ðˌɛm tə hɜː, aɪ ɡɛt kwˈaɪt hˈɔːɹɪbəl θˈɔːts ɪn maɪ hˈɛd. bˌʌt maɪ lˈeɪdi, ɪnstˈɛd ʌv tɹˈaɪɪŋ, æz aɪ dˈuː, tə ʃˈeɪk ðˌɛm ˈɔf, wɪl ɡˌoʊ dᵻɹˈɛktli tə hɜː mjˈuːzɪk, ænd plˈeɪ sˈʌtʃ mˈɔːɹnfəl tˈuːnz, ðˌɐɾɪt ɹˈiəli kwˈaɪt ˌoʊvɚkˈʌmz mˌiː, æz aɪɐm æt wˈɜːk ɪn ɐnˈʌðɚ ɹˈuːm.