text_original: A great sorrow is like a mountain in our way: we must either climb to its top, or lie grovelling at its base. If we grovel, the path of life is blocked up for ever, and the shadow of our misery is upon us night and day.
text_transcription: GREAT SORROW IS LIKE A MOUNTAIN IN OUR WAY WE MUST EITHER CLIMB TO ITS TOP OR LIE GROVELLING AT ITS BASE IF WE GROVEL THE PATH OF LIFE IS BLOCKED UP FOR EVER AND THE SHADOW OF OUR MISERY IS UPON US NIGHT AND DAY
phonemes: ɐ ɡɹˈeɪt sˈɑːɹoʊ ɪz lˈaɪk ɐ mˈaʊntɪn ɪn ˌaʊɚ wˈeɪ: wiː mˈʌst ˈiːðɚ klˈaɪm tʊ ɪts tˈɑːp, ɔːɹ lˈaɪ ɡɹˈɑːvəlɪŋ æɾ ɪts bˈeɪs. ɪf wiː ɡɹˈɑːvəl, ðə pˈæθ ʌv lˈaɪf ɪz blˈɑːkt ˌʌp fɔːɹ ˈɛvɚ, ænd ðə ʃˈædoʊ ʌv ˌaʊɚ mˈɪzɚɹi ɪz əpˌɑːn ˌʌs nˈaɪt ænd dˈeɪ.