text_original: " Only speculative ideas — mere theories that may be without foundation in fact. I fancy that he has burnt the lamp of life a little too furiously, and that the light has grown dim in the socket. The after taste of a fiery youth is the taste of dust and ashes. There may be memories, too — memories of some past folly — which are bitter enough to poison his life. I know that he is unhappy.
text_transcription: ONLY SPECULATIVE IDEAS MERE THEORIES THAT MAY BE WITHOUT FOUNDATION IN FACT I FANCY THAT HE HAS BURNT THE LAMP OF LIFE A LITTLE TOO FURIOUSLY AND THAT THE LIGHT HAS GROWN DIM IN THE SOCKET THE AFTER TASTE OF A FIERY YOUTH IS THE TASTE OF DUST AND ASHES THERE MAY BE MEMORIES TOO MEMORIES OF SOME PAST FOLLY WHICH ARE BITTER ENOUGH TO POISON HIS LIFE I KNOW THAT HE IS UNHAPPY
phonemes: " ˈoʊnli spˈɛkjʊlətˌɪv aɪdˈiəz — mˈɪɹ θˈiəɹiz ðæt mˈeɪ biː wɪðˌaʊt faʊndˈeɪʃən ɪn fˈækt. aɪ fˈænsi ðæt hiː hɐz bˈɜːnt ðə lˈæmp ʌv lˈaɪf ɐ lˈɪɾəl tˈuː fjˈʊɹɹiəsli, ænd ðætðə lˈaɪt hɐz ɡɹˈoʊn dˈɪm ɪnðə sˈɑːkɪt. ðɪ ˈæftɚ tˈeɪst əvə fˈaɪɚɹi jˈuːθ ɪz ðə tˈeɪst ʌv dˈʌst ænd ˈæʃᵻz. ðɛɹ mˈeɪ biː mˈɛmɚɹiz, tˈuː — mˈɛmɚɹiz ʌv sˌʌm pˈæst fˈɑːli — wˌɪtʃ ɑːɹ bˈɪɾɚɹ ɪnˈʌf tə pˈɔɪzən hɪz lˈaɪf. aɪ nˈoʊ ðæt hiː ɪz ʌnhˈæpi.