text_original: " You teach me what pity means," he said. " And you teach me what it is to scorn." "Child, your voice is soft, your face is fair, like the voice and the face of a girl ; what death will you choose ? " "Your own." The small man laughed. HANS OF ICELAND.
text_transcription: YOU TEACH ME WHAT PITY MEANS HE SAID AND YOU TEACH ME WHAT IT IS TO SCORN CHILD YOUR VOICE IS SOFT YOUR FACE IS FAIR LIKE THE VOICE AND THE FACE OF A GIRL WHAT DEATH WILL YE CHOOSE YOUR OWN HA HA THE SMALL MAN LAUGHED
phonemes: " juː tˈiːtʃ mˌiː wʌt pˈɪɾi mˈiːnz," hiː sˈɛd. " ænd juː tˈiːtʃ mˌiː wʌt ɪɾ ɪz tə skˈɔːɹn." "tʃˈaɪld, jʊɹ vˈɔɪs ɪz sˈɔft, jʊɹ fˈeɪs ɪz fˈɛɹ, lˈaɪk ðə vˈɔɪs ænd ðə fˈeɪs əvə ɡˈɜːl ; wˌʌt dˈɛθ wɪl juː tʃˈuːz ? " "jʊɹ ˈoʊn." ðə smˈɔːl mˈæn lˈæft. hˈænz ʌv ˈaɪslənd.