text_original: The moment was a peculiar one, for it came upon me just when I was in the right mood for self revelation and candour. In my ardour, my curious phase of exaltation, I found myself led to make a full confession of the fact that I had become wishful to learn, to KNOW, something, since I had felt hurt at being taken for a chit, a mere baby.... I repeat that that night I was in a very strange frame of mind. My heart was inclined to be tender, and there were tears standing in my eyes.
text_transcription: THE MOMENT WAS A PECULIAR ONE FOR IT CAME UPON ME JUST WHEN I WAS IN THE RIGHT MOOD FOR SELF REVELATION AND CANDOUR IN MY ARDOUR MY CURIOUS PHASE OF EXULTATION I FOUND MYSELF LED TO MAKE A FULL CONFESSION OF THE FACT THAT I HAD BECOME WISHFUL TO LEARN TO KNOW SOMETHING SINCE I HAD FELT HURT AT BEING TAKEN FOR A CHIT A MERE BABY I REPEAT THAT THAT NIGHT I WAS IN A VERY STRANGE FRAME OF MIND MY HEART WAS INCLINED TO BE TENDER AND THERE WERE TEARS STANDING IN MY EYES
phonemes: ðə mˈoʊmənt wʌzɐ pɪkjˈuːlɪɹ wˌʌn, fɔːɹ ɪt kˈeɪm əpˌɑːn mˌiː dʒˈʌst wɛn aɪ wʌz ɪnðə ɹˈaɪt mˈuːd fɔːɹ sˈɛlf ɹˌɛvɪlˈeɪʃən ænd kˈændɚ. ɪn maɪ ˈɑːɹdɚ, maɪ kjˈʊɹɹiəs fˈeɪz ʌv ɛɡzɐltˈeɪʃən, aɪ fˈaʊnd maɪsˈɛlf lˈɛd tə mˌeɪk ɐ fˈʊl kənfˈɛʃən ʌvðə fˈækt ðæt aɪ hæd bɪkˌʌm wˈɪʃfəl tə lˈɜːn, tə nˈoʊ, sˈʌmθɪŋ, sˈɪns aɪ hæd fˈɛlt hˈɜːt æt bˌiːɪŋ tˈeɪkən fɚɹə tʃˈɪt, ɐ mˈɪɹ bˈeɪbi.... aɪ ɹᵻpˈiːt ðæt ðæt nˈaɪt aɪ wʌz ɪn ɐ vˈɛɹi stɹˈeɪndʒ fɹˈeɪm ʌv mˈaɪnd. maɪ hˈɑːɹt wʌz ɪŋklˈaɪnd təbi tˈɛndɚ, ænd ðɛɹwˌɜː tˈɪɹz stˈændɪŋ ɪn maɪ ˈaɪz.