text_original: Yes, that evening saw the first strand in our friendship knitted; and each subsequent night of my mother's illness we spent several hours together. Little by little I overcame his reserve, but found that each of these conversations left me filled with a sense of vexation at myself.
text_transcription: YES THAT EVENING SAW THE FIRST STRAND IN OUR FRIENDSHIP KNITTED AND EACH SUBSEQUENT NIGHT OF MY MOTHER'S ILLNESS WE SPENT SEVERAL HOURS TOGETHER LITTLE BY LITTLE I OVERCAME HIS RESERVE BUT FOUND THAT EACH OF THESE CONVERSATIONS LEFT ME FILLED WITH A SENSE OF VEXATION AT MYSELF
phonemes: jˈɛs, ðæt ˈiːvnɪŋ sˈɔː ðə fˈɜːst stɹˈænd ɪn ˌaʊɚ fɹˈɛndʃɪp nˈɪɾᵻd; ænd ˈiːtʃ sˈʌbsᵻkwənt nˈaɪt ʌv maɪ mˈʌðɚz ˈɪlnəs wiː spˈɛnt sˈɛvɹəl ˈaʊɚz təɡˈɛðɚ. lˈɪɾəl baɪ lˈɪɾəl aɪ ˌoʊvɚkˈeɪm hɪz ɹɪzˈɜːv, bˌʌt fˈaʊnd ðæt ˈiːtʃ əv ðiːz kɑːnvɚsˈeɪʃənz lˈɛft mˌiː fˈɪld wɪð ɐ sˈɛns ʌv vɛksˈeɪʃən æt maɪsˈɛlf.