text_original: The pleasure, to Rotha, was so keen that it almost took on the semblance of pain. "This once," she was saying to herself; "and if only this once, then why this once?"
text_transcription: THE PLEASURE TO ROTHA WAS SO KEEN THAT IT ALMOST TOOK ON THE SEMBLANCE OF PAIN THIS ONCE SHE WAS SAYING TO HERSELF AND IF ONLY THIS ONCE THEN WHY THIS ONCE
phonemes: ðə plˈɛʒɚ, tə ɹˈɑːθə, wʌz sˌoʊ kˈiːn ðˌɐɾɪt ˈɔːlmoʊst tˈʊk ɔnðə sˈɛmbləns ʌv pˈeɪn. "ðɪs wˈʌns," ʃiː wʌz sˈeɪɪŋ tə hɜːsˈɛlf; "ænd ɪf ˈoʊnli ðɪs wˈʌns, ðˈɛn wˌaɪ ðɪs wˈʌns?"