text_original: One night I hid myself at the back of the pit to listen to a play of my own which had just been brought out with some success  written, of course, some time before. I thought publicity dangerous, and wondered stupidly if I had ever written such things myself.
text_transcription: ONE NIGHT I HID MYSELF AT THE BACK OF THE PIT TO LISTEN TO A PLAY OF MY OWN WHICH HAD JUST BEEN BROUGHT OUT WITH SOME SUCCESS WRITTEN OF COURSE SOME TIME BEFORE I THOUGHT PUBLICITY DANGEROUS AND WONDERED STUPIDLY IF I HAD EVER WRITTEN SUCH THINGS MYSELF
phonemes: wˈʌn nˈaɪt aɪ hˈɪd maɪsˈɛlf æt ðə bˈæk ʌvðə pˈɪt tə lˈɪsən tʊ ɐ plˈeɪ ʌv maɪ ˈoʊn wˌɪtʃ hæd dʒˈʌst bˌɪn bɹˈɔːt ˈaʊt wɪð sˌʌm səksˈɛs ɹˈɪʔn̩, ʌv kˈɔːɹs, sˌʌm tˈaɪm bᵻfˈɔːɹ. aɪ θˈɔːt pʌblˈɪsᵻɾi dˈeɪndʒɚɹəs, ænd wˈʌndɚd stˈuːpɪdli ɪf aɪ hæd ˈɛvɚ ɹˈɪʔn̩ sˈʌtʃ θˈɪŋz maɪsˈɛlf.