text_original: My son .' " Doubt not that hearts seemingly the most hardened still conceal in their innermost recesses some trace of affection unknown even to themselves, apparently hidden by vice and passion, like a mysterious witness and a future avenger.
text_transcription: MY SON DOUBT NOT THAT HEART SEEMINGLY THE MOST HARDENED STILL CONCEAL IN THEIR INNERMOST RECESSES SOME TRACE OF AFFECTION UNKNOWN EVEN TO THEMSELVES APPARENTLY HIDDEN BY VICE AND PASSION LIKE A MYSTERIOUS WITNESS AND A FUTURE AVENGER
phonemes: maɪ sˈʌn . " dˈaʊt nˌɑːt ðæt hˈɑːɹts sˈiːmɪŋli ðə mˈoʊst hˈɑːɹdənd stˈɪl kənsˈiːl ɪn ðɛɹ ˈɪnɚmˌoʊst ɹˈiːsɛsᵻz sˌʌm tɹˈeɪs ʌv ɐfˈɛkʃən ʌnnˈoʊn ˈiːvən tə ðɛmsˈɛlvz, ɐpˈæɹəntli hˈɪdən baɪ vˈaɪs ænd pˈæʃən, lˈaɪk ɐ mɪstˈɪɹiəs wˈɪtnəs ænd ɐ fjˈuːtʃɚɹ ɐvˈɛndʒɚ.