text_original: " It is lovely ; but it is a loveliness that makes me melancholy. I want to be in a great city where there are lots of people moving about. I have never lived in a city, but always in quiet places — beautiful, very beautiful, but so still — so still —so full of one's self
text_transcription: IT IS LOVELY BUT IT IS A LOVELINESS THAT MAKES ME MELANCHOLY I WANT TO BE IN A GREAT CITY WHERE THERE ARE LOTS OF PEOPLE MOVING ABOUT I HAVE NEVER LIVED IN A CITY BUT ALWAYS IN QUIET PLACES BEAUTIFUL VERY BEAUTIFUL BUT SO STILL SO STILL SO FULL OF ONE'S SELF AND ONE'S OWN THOUGHTS END OF CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
phonemes: " ɪɾ ɪz lˈʌvli ; bˌʌt ɪɾ ɪz ɐ lˈʌvlinəs ðæt mˌeɪks mˌiː mˈɛləŋkˌɑːli. aɪ wˈɔnt təbi ɪn ɐ ɡɹˈeɪt sˈɪɾi wˌɛɹ ðɛɹˌɑːɹ lˈɑːts ʌv pˈiːpəl mˈuːvɪŋ ɐbˈaʊt. aɪ hæv nˈɛvɚ lˈɪvd ɪn ɐ sˈɪɾi, bˌʌt ˈɔːlweɪz ɪn kwˈaɪət plˈeɪsᵻz — bjˈuːɾifəl, vˈɛɹi bjˈuːɾifəl, bˌʌt sˌoʊ stˈɪl — sˌoʊ stˈɪl —sˌoʊ fˈʊl ʌv wˈʌnz sˈɛlf