text_original: His heaven was his father's bosom, to which he clung as no infant yet ever clung to his mother's. He never thought to pity himself that the embrace was all on his side, that no answering pressure came back from the prostrate form.
text_transcription: HIS HEAVEN WAS HIS FATHER'S BOSOM TO WHICH HE CLUNG AS NO INFANT YET EVER CLUNG TO HIS MOTHER'S HE NEVER THOUGHT TO PITY HIMSELF THAT THE EMBRACE WAS ALL ON HIS SIDE THAT NO ANSWERING PRESSURE CAME BACK FROM THE PROSTRATE FORM
phonemes: hɪz hˈɛvən wʌz hɪz fˈɑːðɚz bˈʊzəm, tə wˌɪtʃ hiː klˈʌŋ æz nˈoʊ ˈɪnfənt jˈɛt ˈɛvɚ klˈʌŋ tə hɪz mˈʌðɚz. hiː nˈɛvɚ θˈɔːt tə pˈɪɾi hɪmsˈɛlf ðætðɪ ɛmbɹˈeɪs wʌz ˈɔːl ˌɔn hɪz sˈaɪd, ðæt nˈoʊ ˈænsɚɹɪŋ pɹˈɛʃɚ kˈeɪm bˈæk fɹʌmðə pɹˈɑːstɹeɪt fˈɔːɹm.