text_original: " Yes, I know I shall be better here. I feel better already,*' said Isola, with a kind of feverish hopefulness. " It was so good of Martin to bring me. San Remo is always lovely — and I shall love it to the end of my life, because it was my first home in Italy — but I was beginning to be tired — not of the olive woods and the sea, but of the people we met, and the sameness of life. One day was so like another."
text_transcription: YES I KNOW I SHALL BE BETTER HERE I FEEL BETTER ALREADY SAID ISOLA WITH A KIND OF FEVERISH HOPEFULNESS IT WAS SO GOOD OF MART TO BRING ME SAN REMO IS ALWAYS LOVELY AND I SHOULD LOVE IT TO THE END OF MY LIFE BECAUSE IT WAS MY FIRST HOME IN ITALY BUT I WAS BEGINNING TO BE TIRED NOT OF THE OLIVE WOODS AND THE SEA BUT OF THE PEOPLE WE MET AND THE SAMENESS OF LIFE ONE DAY WAS SO LIKE ANOTHER
phonemes: " jˈɛs, aɪ nˈoʊ aɪʃˌɐl biː bˈɛɾɚ hˈɪɹ. aɪ fˈiːl bˈɛɾɚɹ ɔːlɹˈɛdi,ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk sˈɛd aɪsˈoʊlə, wɪð ɐ kˈaɪnd ʌv fˈiːvɚɹɪʃ hˈoʊpfəlnəs. " ɪt wʌz sˌoʊ ɡˈʊd ʌv mˈɑːɹtɪn tə bɹˈɪŋ mˌiː. sˌæn ɹᵻmˈoʊ ɪz ˈɔːlweɪz lˈʌvli — ænd aɪʃˌɐl lˈʌv ɪt tə ðɪ ˈɛnd ʌv maɪ lˈaɪf, bɪkˈʌz ɪt wʌz maɪ fˈɜːst hˈoʊm ɪn ˈɪɾəli — bˌʌt aɪ wʌz bɪɡˈɪnɪŋ təbi tˈaɪɚd — nˌɑːt ʌvðɪ ˈɑːlɪv wˈʊdz ænd ðə sˈiː, bˌʌt ʌvðə pˈiːpəl wiː mˈɛt, ænd ðə sˈeɪmnəs ʌv lˈaɪf. wˈʌn dˈeɪ wʌz sˌoʊ lˈaɪk ɐnˈʌðɚ."