text_original: Forms and ceremonies seem too trifling for its nature. But of the customs of your world, Caroline, I am ignorant. * * * * * I write at intervals  a giddiness returns upon me continually, and air is the only remedy.
text_transcription: FORMS AND CEREMONIES SEEM TOO TRIFLING FOR ITS NATURE BUT OF THE CUSTOMS OF YOUR WORLD CAROLINE I AM IGNORANT I WRITE AT INTERVALS A GIDDINESS RETURNS UPON ME CONTINUALLY AND AIR IS THE ONLY REMEDY
phonemes: fˈɔːɹmz ænd sˈɛɹᵻməniz sˈiːm tˈuː tɹˈaɪflɪŋ fɔːɹ ɪts nˈeɪtʃɚ. bˌʌt ʌvðə kˈʌstəmz ʌv jʊɹ wˈɜːld, kˈæɹəlˌaɪn, aɪɐm ˈɪɡnɚɹənt. ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk aɪ ɹˈaɪt æɾ ˈɪntɚvəlz ɐ ɡˈɪdɪnəs ɹᵻtˈɜːnz əpˌɑːn mˌiː kəntˈɪnjuːəli, ænd ˈɛɹ ɪz ðɪ ˈoʊnli ɹˈɛmədi.