text_original: " No, Martin. I am tired of myself, sometimes — never of these olive woods and lemon groves. Sometimes the stillness and the silent beauty of the place make me feel unhappy, without knowing why ; but that is a kind of unhappiness no one can escape."
text_transcription: NO MARTIN I'M TIRED OF MYSELF SOMETIMES NEVER OF THESE OLIVE WOODS AND LEMON GROVES SOMETIMES THE STILLNESS AND THE SIL BEAUTY OF THE PLACE MAKE ME FEEL UNHAPPY WITHOUT KNOWING WHY BUT THAT IS A KIND OF UNHAPPINESS NO ONE CAN ESCAPE
phonemes: " nˈoʊ, mˈɑːɹtɪn. aɪɐm tˈaɪɚd ʌv maɪsˈɛlf, sˈʌmtaɪmz — nˈɛvɚɹ ʌv ðiːz ˈɑːlɪv wˈʊdz ænd lˈɛmən ɡɹˈoʊvz. sˈʌmtaɪmz ðə stˈɪlnəs ænd ðə sˈaɪlənt bjˈuːɾi ʌvðə plˈeɪs mˌeɪk mˌiː fˈiːl ʌnhˈæpi, wɪðˌaʊt nˈoʊɪŋ wˈaɪ ; bˌʌt ðæt ɪz ɐ kˈaɪnd ʌv ʌnhˈæpɪnəs nˈoʊwˈʌn kæn ɛskˈeɪp."