text_original: I have arisen to enjoy the delights of communication: when, perchance, the rushing of a silent fawn through the thicket has awakened me from my trance; has reminded me that I too was one of the solitary herd; that the castle with its moats, walls, and battlements yet stood where gloom and silence hold their court, where Mr. Valmont presides and denies Sibella his presence, and where the inexorable key is turned on that library lest she should think too often or too well.
text_transcription: I HAVE ARISEN TO ENJOY THE DELIGHTS OF COMMUNICATION WHEN PERCHANCE THE RUSHING OF A SILENT FORM THROUGH THE THICKET HAS AWAKENED ME FROM MY TRANCE HAS REMINDED ME THAT I TOO WAS ONE OF THE SOLITARY HERD THAT THE CASTLE WITH ITS MOATS WALLS AND BATTLEMENTS YET STOOD WHERE GLOOM AND SILENCE HOLD THEIR COURT WHERE MISTER VALMONT PRESIDES AND DENIES CYBELA HIS PRESENCE AND WHERE THE INEXORABLE KEY IS TURNED ON THAT LIBRARY LEST SHE SHOULD THINK TOO OFTEN OR TOO WELL
phonemes: aɪ hæv ɚɹˈɪzən tʊ ɛndʒˈɔɪ ðə dᵻlˈaɪts ʌv kəmjˌuːnɪkˈeɪʃən: wˌɛn, pɚtʃˈæns, ðə ɹˈʌʃɪŋ əvə sˈaɪlənt fˈɔːn θɹuː ðə θˈɪkɪt hɐz ɐwˈeɪkənd mˌiː fɹʌm maɪ tɹˈæns; hɐz ɹᵻmˈaɪndᵻd mˌiː ðæt aɪ tˈuː wʌz wˈʌn ʌvðə sˈɑːlətˌɛɹi hˈɜːd; ðætðə kˈæsəl wɪð ɪts mˈoʊts, wˈɔːlz, ænd bˈæɾəlmənts jˈɛt stˈʊd wˌɛɹ ɡlˈuːm ænd sˈaɪləns hˈoʊld ðɛɹ kˈɔːɹt, wˌɛɹ mˈɪstɚ. vˈælmɔnt pɹɪsˈaɪdz ænd dᵻnˈaɪz saɪbˈɛlə hɪz pɹˈɛzəns, ænd wˌɛɹ ðɪ ɪnˈɛksɚɹəbəl kˈiː ɪz tˈɜːnd ˌɔn ðæt lˈaɪbɹɛɹi lˈɛst ʃiː ʃˌʊd θˈɪŋk tˈuː ˈɔfən ɔːɹ tˈuː wˈɛl.