text_original: Am I to pity you, as I pity them ? You, whom I v/orshipped — whom I thought as pure as the angels — wearing nothing of earth but your frail loveliness, which to me always seemed more of spirit than of clay. And you were false all the time  false as hell — the toy of the first idle profligate whom chance flung into your path ? It was Lostwithiel ! That man was right.
text_transcription: AM I TO PITY YOU AS I PITY THEM YOU WHOM I WORSHIPPED WHOM I THOUGHT AS PURE AS THE ANGELS WEARING NOTHING OF EARTH BUT YOUR FRAIL LOVELINESS WHICH TO ME ALWAYS SEEMED MORE OF SPIRIT THAN OF CLAY AND YOU WERE FALSE ALL THE TIME FALSE AS HELL THE TOY OF THE FIRST IDLE PROFLIGATE WHOM CHANCE FLUNG INTO YOUR PATH IT WAS LOST WITH ILL THAT MAN WAS RIGHT
phonemes: æm aɪ tə pˈɪɾi juː, æz aɪ pˈɪɾi ðˌɛm ? juː, hˈuːm aɪ vˈiː slˈæʃ ˈɔːɹʃɪpt — hˈuːm aɪ θˈɔːt æz pjˈʊɹ æz ðɪ ˈeɪndʒəlz — wˈɛɹɪŋ nˈʌθɪŋ ʌv ˈɜːθ bˌʌt jʊɹ fɹˈeɪl lˈʌvlinəs, wˌɪtʃ tə mˌiː ˈɔːlweɪz sˈiːmd mˈɔːɹ ʌv spˈɪɹɪt ðɐn ʌv klˈeɪ. ænd juː wɜː fˈɔls ˈɔːl ðə tˈaɪm fˈɔls æz hˈɛl — ðə tˈɔɪ ʌvðə fˈɜːst ˈaɪdəl pɹˈɑːflᵻɡˌeɪt hˈuːm tʃˈæns flˈʌŋ ˌɪntʊ jʊɹ pˈæθ ? ɪt wʌz lˈɑːstwɪðˌiːl ! ðæt mˈæn wʌz ɹˈaɪt.