text_original: The feeble light of my candle threw this picture in  to strong relief against the surrounding gloom, and it was harder than ever to give him ujd, but this must be done; and I wanted to extract from that bitter cup one drop of sweetness for his mother; so I said to him : " ]Srow, George, do you think you can sleep?"
text_transcription: THE FEEBLE LIGHT OF MY CANDLE THREW THIS PICTURE INTO STRONG RELIEF AGAINST THE SURROUNDING GLOOM AND IT WAS HARDER THAN EVER TO GIVE HIM UP BUT THIS MUST BE DONE AND I WANTED TO EXTRACT FROM THAT BITTER CUP ONE DROP OF SWEETNESS FOR HIS MOTHER SO I SAID TO HIM NOW GEORGE DO YOU THINK YOU CAN SLEEP
phonemes: ðə fˈiːbəl lˈaɪt ʌv maɪ kˈændəl θɹˈuː ðɪs pˈɪktʃɚɹ ɪn tə stɹˈɔŋ ɹᵻlˈiːf ɐɡˈɛnst ðə sɚɹˈaʊndɪŋ ɡlˈuːm, ænd ɪt wʌz hˈɑːɹdɚ ðɐn ˈɛvɚ tə ɡˈɪv hˌɪm ˈʌdʒd, bˌʌt ðɪs mˈʌst biː dˈʌn; ænd aɪ wˈɔntᵻd tʊ ɛkstɹˈækt fɹʌm ðæt bˈɪɾɚ kˈʌp wˈʌn dɹˈɑːp ʌv swˈiːtnəs fɔːɹ hɪz mˈʌðɚ; sˌoʊ aɪ sˈɛd tə hˌɪm : " ]ˈɛsɹˈoʊ, dʒˈɔːɹdʒ, dˈuː juː θˈɪŋk juː kæn slˈiːp?"