text_original: But this I may say, that it is stranger and wilder than any you ever heard. The prisoner in his cell is not restrained by more terrible fetters than those which bind me to silence." Ebba gazed at him as if she feared his reasoning were wandering. "You think me mad," said Auriol; "would I were so! But I shall never lose the clear perception of my woes. Hear me, Ebba!
text_transcription: BUT THIS I MAY SAY THAT IT IS STRANGER AND WILDER THAN ANY YOU EVER HEARD THE PRISONER IN HIS CELL IS NOT RESTRAINED BY MORE TERRIBLE FETTERS THAN THOSE WHICH BIND ME TO SILENCE EBBA GAZED AT HIM AS IF SHE FEARED HIS REASONING WERE WANDERING YOU THINK ME MAD SAID AUREOLE WOULD I WERE SO BUT I SHALL NEVER LOSE THE CLEAR PERCEPTION OF MY WOES HEAR ME EBBA
phonemes: bˌʌt ðɪs aɪ mˈeɪ sˈeɪ, ðˌɐɾɪt ɪz stɹˈeɪndʒɚ ænd wˈaɪldɚ ðɐn ˌɛni juː ˈɛvɚ hˈɜːd. ðə pɹˈɪzənɚɹ ɪn hɪz sˈɛl ɪz nˌɑːt ɹᵻstɹˈeɪnd baɪ mˈɔːɹ tˈɛɹᵻbəl fˈɛɾɚz ðɐn ðoʊz wˌɪtʃ bˈaɪnd mˌiː tə sˈaɪləns." ˈɛbə ɡˈeɪzd æt hˌɪm æz ɪf ʃiː fˈɪɹd hɪz ɹˈiːzənɪŋ wɜː wˈɔndɚɹɪŋ. "juː θˈɪŋk mˌiː mˈæd," sˈɛd ˈɔːɹɪˌɑːl; "wʊd aɪ wɜː sˈoʊ! bˌʌt aɪʃˌɐl nˈɛvɚ lˈuːz ðə klˈɪɹ pɚsˈɛpʃən ʌv maɪ wˈoʊz. hˈɪɹ mˌiː, ˈɛbə!