text_original: 'Miss Valmont,' said he, 'I no longer bear a borrowed character. Henceforward, should you ever think of me, know I am Murden, the friend of Clement Montgomery, and the acquaintance (I dare not say more) of your Miss Ashburn. Already the victim of unsuccessful love, by all my hopes of heaven, I came hither only to seek your consolations. The world cannot find time to sooth a breaking heart. You in solitude might. But you have no pity, no friendship.
text_transcription: MISS VALMONT SAID HE I NO LONGER BEAR A BORROWED CHARACTER HENCEFORWARD SHOULD YOU EVER THINK OF ME NO I AM MURDAN THE FRIEND OF CLEMENT MONTGOMERY AND THE ACQUAINTANCE I DARE NOT SAY MORE OF YOUR MISS ASHBURN ALREADY THE VICTIM OF UNSUCCESSFUL LOVE BY ALL MY HOPES OF HEAVEN I CAME HITHER ONLY TO SEEK YOUR CONSOLATIONS THE WORLD CANNOT FIND TIME TO SOOTHE A BREAKING HEART YOU IN SOLITUDE MIGHT BUT YOU HAVE NO PITY NO FRIENDSHIP
phonemes: mˈɪs vˈælmɔnt,sˈɛd hiː, aɪ nˌoʊ lˈɑːŋɡɚ bˈɛɹ ɐ bˈɑːɹoʊd kˈæɹɪktɚ. hˌɛnsɪfˈɔːɹwɚd, ʃˌʊd juː ˈɛvɚ θˈɪŋk ʌv mˌiː, nˈoʊ aɪɐm mˈɜːdən, ðə fɹˈɛnd ʌv klˈɛmənt mɑːntɡˈɑːmɚɹi, ænd ðɪ ɐkwˈeɪntəns (aɪ dˈɛɹ nˌɑːt sˈeɪ mˈɔːɹ) ʌv jʊɹ mˈɪs ˈæʃbɜːn. ɔːlɹˌɛdi ðə vˈɪktɪm ʌv ʌnsəksˈɛsfəl lˈʌv, baɪ ˈɔːl maɪ hˈoʊps ʌv hˈɛvən, aɪ kˈeɪm hˈɪðɚɹ ˈoʊnli tə sˈiːk jʊɹ kɑːnsəlˈeɪʃənz. ðə wˈɜːld kænˈɑːt fˈaɪnd tˈaɪm tə sˈuːθ ɐ bɹˈeɪkɪŋ hˈɑːɹt. juː ɪn sˈɑːlɪtˌuːd mˈaɪt. bˌʌt juː hæv nˈoʊ pˈɪɾi, nˈoʊ fɹˈɛndʃɪp.