text_original: Of course it is a sad and sorry thing to have to live among strangers, and to be forced to seek their patronage, and to conceal and constrain one's own personality  but God will help me. I must not remain forever a recluse, for similar chances have come my way before.
text_transcription: OF COURSE IT IS A SAD AND SORRY THING TO HAVE TO LIVE AMONG STRANGERS AND TO BE FORCED TO SEEK THEIR PATRONAGE AND TO CONCEAL AND CONSTRAIN ONE'S OWN PERSONALITY BUT GOD WILL HELP ME I MUST NOT REMAIN FOREVER A RECLUSE FOR SIMILAR CHANCES HAVE COME MY WAY BEFORE
phonemes: ʌv kˈɔːɹs ɪɾ ɪz ɐ sˈæd ænd sˈɑːɹi θˈɪŋ tə hæv tə lˈɪv ɐmˌʌŋ stɹˈeɪndʒɚz, ænd təbi fˈɔːɹst tə sˈiːk ðɛɹ pˈætɹənɪdʒ, ænd tə kənsˈiːl ænd kənstɹˈeɪn wˈʌnz ˈoʊn pˌɜːsənˈælᵻɾi bˌʌt ɡˈɑːd wɪl hˈɛlp mˌiː. aɪ mˈʌst nˌɑːt ɹᵻmˈeɪn fɚɹˈɛvɚɹ ɐ ɹˈɛkluːs, fɔːɹ sˈɪmɪlɚ tʃˈænsᵻz hæv kˈʌm maɪ wˈeɪ bᵻfˈɔːɹ.