text_original: The heroines were those women who had smilingly endured every wrong, every indignity that brutality could inflict; had endured them not alone for themselves but for their children; and she who had caressed the father of her child while he dashed its brains out, headed the list in saintship; for love was the kneading trough, and obedience the roll  ing pin, in and with which that precious mess called a man was to be made into an angel.
text_transcription: THE HEROINES WERE THOSE WOMEN WHO HAD SMILINGLY ENDURED EVERY WRONG EVERY INDIGNITY THAT BRUTALITY COULD INFLICT HAD ENDURED THEM NOT ALONE FOR THEMSELVES BUT FOR THEIR CHILDREN AND SHE WHO HAD CARESSED THE FATHER OF HER CHILD WHILE HE DASHED ITS BRAINS OUT HEADED THE LIST IN SAINTSHIP FOR LOVE WAS THE KNEADING TROUGH AND OBEDIENCE THE ROLLING PIN IN AND WITH WHICH THAT PRECIOUS MESS CALLED A MAN WAS TO BE MADE INTO AN ANGEL
phonemes: ðə hˈɛɹoʊˌɪnz wɜː ðoʊz wˈɪmɪn hˌuː hæd smˈaɪlɪŋli ɛndˈʊɹd ˈɛvɹi ɹˈɔŋ, ˈɛvɹi ɪndˈɪɡnᵻɾi ðæt bɹuːtˈælᵻɾi kʊd ɪnflˈɪkt; hæd ɛndˈʊɹd ðˌɛm nˌɑːt ɐlˈoʊn fɔːɹ ðɛmsˈɛlvz bˌʌt fɔːɹ ðɛɹ tʃˈɪldɹən; ænd ʃiː hˌuː hæd kɚɹˈɛst ðə fˈɑːðɚɹ ʌv hɜː tʃˈaɪld wˌaɪl hiː dˈæʃt ɪts bɹˈeɪnz ˈaʊt, hˈɛdᵻd ðə lˈɪst ɪn sˈeɪntʃɪp; fɔːɹ lˈʌv wʌzðə nˈiːdɪŋ tɹˈɔf, ænd oʊbˈiːdiəns ðə ɹˈoʊl ˈɪŋ pˈɪn, ɪn ænd wɪð wˌɪtʃ ðæt pɹˈɛʃəs mˈɛs kˈɔːld ɐ mˈæn wʌz təbi mˌeɪd ˌɪntʊ ɐn ˈeɪndʒəl.