text_original: The strong man had no doubt of the durabiUty of his work ; nevertheless, at times he felt a sort of horror of his own brutality. One day, at Varzin, 239 Bismarck in October 1877, he was sad and melancholy ; yet it was the time when his political work seemed at its apogee. " My soul is sad," he said.
text_transcription: THE STRONG MAN HAD NO DOUBT OF THE DURABILITY OF HIS WORK NEVERTHELESS AT TIMES HE FELT A SORT OF HORROR OF HIS OWN BRUTALITY ONE DAY AT VARTZEN IN OCTOBER EIGHTEEN SEVENTY SEVEN HE WAS SAD AND MELANCHOLY YET IT WAS THE TIME WHEN HIS POLITICAL WORK SEEMED AT ITS APOGY MY SOUL IS SAD HE SAID
phonemes: ðə stɹˈɔŋ mˈæn hæd nˈoʊ dˈaʊt ʌvðə dʊɹɹˈɑːbi jˈuːɾi ʌv hɪz wˈɜːk ; nˌɛvɚðəlˈɛs, æt tˈaɪmz hiː fˈɛlt ɐ sˈɔːɹt ʌv hˈɔɹɚɹ ʌv hɪz ˈoʊn bɹuːtˈælᵻɾi. wˈʌn dˈeɪ, æt vˈɑːɹzɪn, tˈuːhˈʌndɹɪd θˈɜːɾi nˈaɪn bˈɪsmɑːɹk ɪn ɑːktˈoʊbɚ wˈʌn θˈaʊzənd ˈeɪthˈʌndɹɪd sˈɛvənti sˈɛvən, hiː wʌz sˈæd ænd mˈɛləŋkˌɑːli ; jˈɛt ɪt wʌzðə tˈaɪm wɛn hɪz pəlˈɪɾɪkəl wˈɜːk sˈiːmd æɾ ɪts ˈæpoʊdʒˌiː. " maɪ sˈoʊl ɪz sˈæd," hiː sˈɛd.