text_original: "My dear Miss Blodgett! don't you go to preaching up preciseness. Life is too short to round all the corners; and there are too many corners. You must cut across sometimes. I say 'don't,' myself."
text_transcription: MY DEAR MISS BLODGET DON'T YOU GO TO PREACHING UP PRECISENESS LIFE IS TOO SHORT TO ROUND ALL THE CORNERS AND THERE ARE TOO MANY CORNERS YOU MUST CUT ACROSS SOMETIMES I SAY DON'T MYSELF
phonemes: "maɪ dˈɪɹ mˈɪs blˈɑːdʒɪt! dˈoʊnt juː ɡˌoʊ tə pɹˈiːtʃɪŋ ˌʌp pɹɪsˈaɪsnəs. lˈaɪf ɪz tˈuː ʃˈɔːɹt tə ɹˈaʊnd ˈɔːl ðə kˈɔːɹnɚz; ænd ðɛɹˌɑːɹ tˈuː mɛni kˈɔːɹnɚz. juː mˈʌst kˈʌt əkɹˌɑːs sˈʌmtaɪmz. aɪ sˈeɪ dˈoʊnt,maɪsˈɛlf."