text_original: He had a sensitiveness in his soul which perhaps matched the deftness of his fingers, in their adroit, forbidden trade: his soul bent easily from his mother praying in the cloister to the fat Margot drinking in the tavern; he could dream exquisitely over the dead ladies who had once been young, and who had gone like last year's snow, and then turn to the account book of his satirical malice against the clerks and usurers for whom he was making the testament of his poverty.
text_transcription: HE HAD A SENSITIVENESS IN HIS SOUL WHICH PERHAPS MATCHED THE DEFTNESS OF HIS FINGERS IN THEIR ADROIT FORBIDDEN TRADE HIS SOUL BENT EASILY FROM HIS MOTHER PRAYING IN THE CLOISTER TO THE FAT MARGOL DRINKING IN THE TAVERN HE COULD DREAM EXQUISITELY OVER THE DEAD LADIES WHO HAD ONCE BEEN YOUNG AND WHO HAD GONE LIKE LAST YEAR'S SNOW AND THEN TURN TO THE ACCOUNT BOOK OF HIS SATIRICAL MALICE AGAINST THE CLERKS AND USURERS FOR WHOM HE WAS MAKING THE TESTAMENT OF HIS POVERTY
phonemes: hiː hæd ɐ sˈɛnsᵻtˌɪvnəs ɪn hɪz sˈoʊl wˌɪtʃ pɚhˈæps mˈætʃt ðə dˈɛftnəs ʌv hɪz fˈɪŋɡɚz, ɪn ðɛɹ ɐdɹˈɔɪt, fɚbˈɪdən tɹˈeɪd: hɪz sˈoʊl bˈɛnt ˈiːzili fɹʌm hɪz mˈʌðɚ pɹˈeɪɪŋ ɪnðə klˈɔɪstɚ tə ðə fˈæt mˈɑːɹɡət dɹˈɪŋkɪŋ ɪnðə tˈævɚn; hiː kʊd dɹˈiːm ɛkskwˈɪsɪtli ˌoʊvɚ ðə dˈɛd lˈeɪdiz hˌuː hæd wˈʌns bˌɪn jˈʌŋ, ænd hˌuː hæd ɡɔn lˈaɪk lˈæst jˈɪɹz snˈoʊ, ænd ðˈɛn tˈɜːn tə ðɪ ɐkˈaʊnt bˈʊk ʌv hɪz sɐtˈɪɹɪkəl mˈælɪs ɐɡˈɛnst ðə klˈɜːks ænd jˈuːzjʊɹɹɚz fɔːɹ hˈuːm hiː wʌz mˌeɪkɪŋ ðə tˈɛstəmənt ʌv hɪz pˈɑːvɚɾi.