text_original: What to do with myself for shame I could not think. The one thought in my head was that he had surprised me in his room. For three whole days I found myself unable to raise my eyes to his, but blushed always to the point of weeping. The strangest and most confused of thoughts kept entering my brain.
text_transcription: WHAT TO DO WITH MYSELF FOR SHAME I COULD NOT THINK THE ONE THOUGHT IN MY HEAD WAS THAT HE HAD SURPRISED ME IN HIS ROOM FOR THREE WHOLE DAYS I FOUND MYSELF UNABLE TO RAISE MY EYES TO HIS BUT BLUSHED ALWAYS TO THE POINT OF WEEPING THE STRANGEST AND MOST CONFUSED OF THOUGHTS KEPT ENTERING MY BRAIN
phonemes: wˌʌt tə dˈuː wɪð maɪsˈɛlf fɔːɹ ʃˈeɪm aɪ kʊd nˌɑːt θˈɪŋk. ðə wˈʌn θˈɔːt ɪn maɪ hˈɛd wʌz ðæt hiː hæd sɚpɹˈaɪzd mˌiː ɪn hɪz ɹˈuːm. fɔːɹ θɹˈiː hˈoʊl dˈeɪz aɪ fˈaʊnd maɪsˈɛlf ʌnˈeɪbəl tə ɹˈeɪz maɪ ˈaɪz tə hˈɪz, bˌʌt blˈʌʃt ˈɔːlweɪz tə ðə pˈɔɪnt ʌv wˈiːpɪŋ. ðə stɹˈeɪndʒɪst ænd mˈoʊst kənfjˈuːzd ʌv θˈɔːts kˈɛpt ˈɛntɚɹɪŋ maɪ bɹˈeɪn.