text_original: It is but the fainting embers of my former animation that sometimes gleam upon the darkness of my soul. And, even now, now, while I acknowledge and reprobate my folly, I could return to the horrors of apprehension, could run through volumes of dire presages affirming while I disbelieved, creating as if to be interwoven in my fate fantastic, shapeless evils from which my better reason would turn, and would pronounce the worthless offspring of misrepresentation and falsehood.
text_transcription: IT IS BUT THE FAINTING EMBERS OF MY FORMER ANIMATION THAT SOMETIMES GLEAM UPON THE DARKNESS OF MY SOUL AND EVEN NOW NOW WHILE I ACKNOWLEDGE AND REPROBATE MY FOLLY I COULD RETURN TO THE HORRORS OF APPREHENSION COULD RUN THROUGH VOLUMES OF DIRE PRESAGES AFFIRMING WHILE I DISBELIEVED CREATING AS IF TO BE INTERWOVEN IN MY FATE FANTASTIC SHAPELESS EVILS FROM WHICH MY BETTER REASON WOULD TURN AND WOULD PRONOUNCE THE WORTHLESS OFFSPRING OF MISREPRESENTATION AND FALSEHOOD
phonemes: ɪɾ ɪz bˌʌt ðə fˈeɪntɪŋ ˈɛmbɚz ʌv maɪ fˈɔːɹmɚɹ ˌænɪmˈeɪʃən ðæt sˈʌmtaɪmz ɡlˈiːm əpˌɑːn ðə dˈɑːɹknəs ʌv maɪ sˈoʊl. ænd, ˈiːvən nˈaʊ, nˈaʊ, wˌaɪl aɪ ɐknˈɑːlɪdʒ ænd ɹˈɛpɹəbˌeɪt maɪ fˈɑːli, aɪ kʊd ɹᵻtˈɜːn tə ðə hˈɔɹɚz ʌv ˌæpɹihˈɛnʃən, kʊd ɹˈʌn θɹuː vˈɑːljuːmz ʌv dˈaɪɚ pɹˈɛsɪdʒᵻz ɐfˈɜːmɪŋ wˌaɪl aɪ dˌɪsbᵻlˈiːvd, kɹiːˈeɪɾɪŋ æz ɪf təbi ˌɪntɚwˈoʊvən ɪn maɪ fˈeɪt fæntˈæstɪk, ʃˈeɪpləs ˈiːvəlz fɹʌm wˈɪtʃ maɪ bˈɛɾɚ ɹˈiːzən wʊd tˈɜːn, ænd wʊd pɹənˈaʊns ðə wˈɜːθləs ˈɔfspɹɪŋ ʌv mɪsɹˌɛpɹᵻzˈɛntˈeɪʃən ænd fˈɔlshʊd.