text_original: Bismarck had made up his mind to renounce the dream he had written of to his wife about this time, " I have a constant fancy which pursues me everywhere : it is to sit in a bare, deep valley, in summer heat, my head on your knee, and to gaze at the blue sky and the green tops of the trees through the smoke of my cigar, with you looking at me, and to do absolutely nothing. When will that be
text_transcription: BISMARCK HAD MADE UP HIS MIND TO RENOUNCE THE DREAM HE HAD WRITTEN OF TO HIS WIFE ABOUT THIS TIME I HAVE A CONSTANT FANCY WHICH PURSUES ME EVERYWHERE IT IS TO SIT IN A BARE DEEP VALLEY IN SUMMER HEAT MY HEAD ON YOUR KNEE AND TO GAZE AT THE BLUE SKY AND THE GREEN TOPS OF THE TREES THROUGH THE SMOKE OF MY CIGAR WITH YOU LOOKING AT ME AND TO DO ABSOLUTELY NOTHING WHEN WILL THAT BE
phonemes: bˈɪsmɑːɹk hæd mˌeɪd ˌʌp hɪz mˈaɪnd tə ɹᵻnˈaʊns ðə dɹˈiːm hiː hæd ɹˈɪʔn̩ ʌv tə hɪz wˈaɪf ɐbˌaʊt ðɪs tˈaɪm, " aɪ hæv ɐ kˈɑːnstənt fˈænsi wˌɪtʃ pɚsˈuːz mˌiː ˈɛvɹɪwˌɛɹ : ɪɾ ɪz tə sˈɪt ɪn ɐ bˈɛɹ, dˈiːp vˈæli, ɪn sˈʌmɚ hˈiːt, maɪ hˈɛd ˌɔn jʊɹ nˈiː, ænd tə ɡˈeɪz æt ðə blˈuː skˈaɪ ænd ðə ɡɹˈiːn tˈɑːps ʌvðə tɹˈiːz θɹuː ðə smˈoʊk ʌv maɪ sᵻɡˈɑːɹ, wɪð juː lˈʊkɪŋ æt mˌiː, ænd tə dˈuː ˌæbsəlˈuːtli nˈʌθɪŋ. wˌɛn wɪl ðæt bˈiː