text_original: I have never cared for literary fame; have avoided, rather than sought it; have enjoyed the abuse of the press more than its praise; have held my pen with a feeling of contempt for its feebleness, and nev  er could be so occupied with it as to forget a domestic duty, while I have never visited a picture gallery, but I have bowed in deep repentance for the betrayal of a trust. Where are the pictures I should have given to the world?
text_transcription: I HAVE NEVER CARED FOR LITERARY FAME HAVE AVOIDED RATHER THAN SOUGHT IT HAVE ENJOYED THE ABUSE OF THE PRESS MORE THAN ITS PRAISE HAVE HELD MY PEN WITH A FEELING OF CONTEMPT FOR ITS FEEBLENESS AND NEVER COULD BE SO OCCUPIED WITH IT AS TO FORGET A DOMESTIC DUTY WHILE I NEVER VISITED A PICTURE GALLERY BUT I HAVE BOWED IN DEEP REPENTANCE FOR THE BETRAYAL OF A TRUST WHERE ARE THE PICTURES I COULD HAVE GIVEN TO THE WORLD
phonemes: aɪ hæv nˈɛvɚ kˈɛɹd fɔːɹ lˈɪɾɚɹˌɛɹi fˈeɪm; hæv ɐvˈɔɪdᵻd, ɹˈæðɚ ðɐn sˈɔːt ɪt; hæv ɛndʒˈɔɪd ðɪ ɐbjˈuːs ʌvðə pɹˈɛs mˈɔːɹ ðɐn ɪts pɹˈeɪz; hæv hˈɛld maɪ pˈɛn wɪð ɐ fˈiːlɪŋ ʌv kəntˈɛmpt fɔːɹ ɪts fˈiːbəlnəs, ænd nˈɛv ˈɜː kʊd biː sˌoʊ ˈɑːkjʊpˌaɪd wɪð ɪɾ æz tə fɚɡˈɛt ɐ dəmˈɛstɪk dˈuːɾi, wˌaɪl aɪ hæv nˈɛvɚ vˈɪzɪɾᵻd ɐ pˈɪktʃɚ ɡˈælɚɹi, bˌʌt aɪ hæv bˈaʊd ɪn dˈiːp ɹᵻpˈɛntəns fɚðə bᵻtɹˈeɪəl əvə tɹˈʌst. wˌɛɹ ɑːɹ ðə pˈɪktʃɚz aɪ ʃˌʊdəv ɡˈɪvən tə ðə wˈɜːld?