text_original: And therefore, as I think of those whittled daggers with their spot of blood, of that popping pistol, of the captain's horrid hook, of the black craft flying the skull and crossbones in the attic, I know, despite appearance, that I am young myself.
text_transcription: AND THEREFORE AS I THINK OF THOSE LITTLE DAGGERS WITH THEIR SPOT OF BLOOD OF THAT POPPING PISTOL OF THE CAPTAIN'S HORRID HOOK OF THE BLACK CRAFT CLAWING THE SKULL AND CROSSBONES IN THE ATTIC I KNOW DESPITE APPEARANCE THAT I AM YOUNG MYSELF
phonemes: ænd ðˈɛɹfɔːɹ, æz aɪ θˈɪŋk ʌv ðoʊz wˈɪɾəld dˈæɡɚz wɪð ðɛɹ spˈɑːt ʌv blˈʌd, ʌv ðæt pˈɑːpɪŋ pˈɪstəl, ʌvðə kˈæptɪnz hˈɔːɹɪd hˈʊk, ʌvðə blˈæk kɹˈæft flˈaɪɪŋ ðə skˈʌl ænd kɹˈɔsboʊnz ɪnðɪ ˈæɾɪk, aɪ nˈoʊ, dᵻspˈaɪt ɐpˈɪɹəns, ðæt aɪɐm jˈʌŋ maɪsˈɛlf.