text_original: Metastasio describes a similar situation. "When I apply with a little attention, the nerves of my sensorium are put into a violent tumult. I grow as red in the face as a drunkard, and am obliged to quit my work."
text_transcription: METASTASIO DESCRIBES A SIMILAR SITUATION WHEN I APPLY WITH A LITTLE ATTENTION THE NERVES OF MY SENSORIUM ARE PUT INTO A VIOLET TUMULT I GROW AS RED IN THE FACE AS A DRUNKARD AND AM OBLIGED TO QUIT MY WORK
phonemes: mˌɛɾəstˈæsɪˌoʊ dᵻskɹˈaɪbz ɐ sˈɪmɪlɚ sˌɪtʃuːˈeɪʃən. "wˌɛn aɪ ɐplˈaɪ wɪð ɐ lˈɪɾəl ɐtˈɛnʃən, ðə nˈɜːvz ʌv maɪ sɛnsˈɔːɹiəm ɑːɹ pˌʊt ˌɪntʊ ɐ vˈaɪələnt tˈuːmʌlt. aɪ ɡɹˈoʊ æz ɹˈɛd ɪnðə fˈeɪs æz ɐ dɹˈʌŋkɚd, ænd ɐm əblˈaɪdʒd tə kwˈɪt maɪ wˈɜːk."