text_original: "Why, my dear child, because in real knowledge of this wicked world I believe you're nothing but a child; you're only biting off your nose to spite your face.
text_transcription: WHY MY DEAR CHILD BECAUSE IN REAL KNOWLEDGE OF THIS WICKED WORLD I BELIEVE YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A CHILD YOU'RE ONLY BITING OFF YOUR NOSE TO SPITE YOUR FACE
phonemes: "wˈaɪ, maɪ dˈɪɹ tʃˈaɪld, bɪkˈʌz ɪn ɹˈiːəl nˈɑːlɪdʒ ʌv ðɪs wˈɪkᵻd wˈɜːld aɪ bᵻlˈiːv jʊɹ nˈʌθɪŋ bˌʌt ɐ tʃˈaɪld; jʊɹ ˈoʊnli bˈaɪɾɪŋ ˈɔf jʊɹ nˈoʊz tə spˈaɪt jʊɹ fˈeɪs.