text_original: Hearts are alike." "O no, Mrs. Mowbray!" said Rotha in sudden protest. "Not in everything. But fallen nature is fallen nature, my dear; one person's temptations may be different from another's, but in the longing to do our own pleasure and have our own way, we are all pretty much alike. None of us has anything to boast of. What you despise, is the yielding to a temptation which does not attack you."
text_transcription: HEARTS ARE ALIKE OH NO MISSUS MOWBRAY SAID ROTHA IN SUDDEN PROTEST NOT IN EVERYTHING BUT FALLEN NATURE IS FALLEN NATURE MY DEAR ONE PERSON'S TEMPTATIONS MAY BE DIFFERENT FROM ANOTHER'S BUT IN THE LONGING TO DO OUR OWN PLEASURE AND HAVE OUR OWN WAY WE ARE ALL PRETTY MUCH ALIKE NONE OF US HAS ANYTHING TO BOAST OF WHAT YOU DESPISE IS THE YIELDING TO A TEMPTATION WHICH DOES NOT ATTACK YOU
phonemes: hˈɑːɹts ɑːɹ ɐlˈaɪk." "ˈoʊ nˈoʊ, mˈɪsɪz. mˈoʊbɹeɪ!" sˈɛd ɹˈɑːθə ɪn sˈʌdən pɹˈoʊtɛst. "nˌɑːt ɪn ˈɛvɹɪθˌɪŋ. bˌʌt fˈɔːlən nˈeɪtʃɚɹ ɪz fˈɔːlən nˈeɪtʃɚ, maɪ dˈɪɹ; wˈʌn pˈɜːsənz tɛmptˈeɪʃənz mˈeɪ biː dˈɪfɹənt fɹʌm ɐnˈʌðɚz, bˌʌt ɪnðə lˈɔŋɪŋ tə dˈuː ˌaʊɚɹ ˈoʊn plˈɛʒɚ ænd hæv ˌaʊɚɹ ˈoʊn wˈeɪ, wiː ɑːɹ ˈɔːl pɹˈɪɾi mˈʌtʃ ɐlˈaɪk. nˈʌn ʌv ˌʌs hɐz ˈɛnɪθˌɪŋ tə bˈoʊst ʌv. wˌʌt juː dᵻspˈaɪz, ɪz ðə jˈiːldɪŋ tʊ ɐ tɛmptˈeɪʃən wˌɪtʃ dʌznˌɑːt ɐtˈæk juː."