text_original: If anyone could save me from this squalor, and restore to me my good name, and avert from me future poverty and want and misfortune, he is the man to do it. What else have I to look for from the future? What more am I to ask of fate? Thedora declares that one need NEVER lose one's happiness; but what, I ask HER, can be called happiness under such circumstances as mine? At all events I see no other road open, dear friend. I see nothing else to be done.
text_transcription: IF ANY ONE COULD SAVE ME FROM THIS SQUALOR AND RESTORE TO ME MY GOOD NAME AND DIVERT FROM ME FUTURE POVERTY AND WONDON MISFORTUNE HE IS THE MAN TO DO IT WHAT ELSE HAVE I TO LOOK FOR FROM THE FUTURE WHAT MORE AM I TO ASK OF FATE THEODORA DECLARES THAT ONE NEED NEVER LOSE ONE'S HAPPINESS BUT WHAT I ASK HER CAN BE CALLED HAPPINESS UNDER SUCH CIRCUMSTANCES AS MINE AT ALL EVENTS I SEE NO OTHER ROAD OPEN DEAR FRIEND I SEE NOTHING ELSE TO BE DONE
phonemes: ɪf ˈɛnɪwˌʌn kʊd sˈeɪv mˌiː fɹʌm ðɪs skwˈɑːlɚ, ænd ɹᵻstˈɔːɹ tə mˌiː maɪ ɡˈʊd nˈeɪm, ænd ɐvˈɜːt fɹʌm mˌiː fjˈuːtʃɚ pˈɑːvɚɾi ænd wˈɔnt ænd mɪsfˈɔːɹtʃʊn, hiː ɪz ðə mˈæn tə dˈuː ɪt. wˌʌt ˈɛls hæv aɪ tə lˈʊk fɔːɹ fɹʌmðə fjˈuːtʃɚ? wˌʌt mˈɔːɹ æm aɪ tʊ ˈæsk ʌv fˈeɪt? ðədˈɔːɹə dᵻklˈɛɹz ðˈætwˌʌn nˈiːd nˈɛvɚ lˈuːz wˈʌnz hˈæpɪnəs; bˌʌt wˈʌt, aɪ ˈæsk hɜː, kæn biː kˈɔːld hˈæpɪnəs ˌʌndɚ sˈʌtʃ sˈɜːkəmstˌænsᵻz æz mˈaɪn? æɾ ˈɔːl ᵻvˈɛnts aɪ sˈiː nˈoʊ ˈʌðɚ ɹˈoʊd ˈoʊpən, dˈɪɹ fɹˈɛnd. aɪ sˈiː nˈʌθɪŋ ˈɛls təbi dˈʌn.