text_original: 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.
text_transcription: 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
phonemes: 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.