text_original: The social ostracism I had expected when I stepped into the political arena, proved to be Bunyan lions. Instead of shame there came sucli a crop of glory that I thought of pulling down my barns and building greater, that I might have where to store my new goods.
text_transcription: THE SOCIAL OSTRACISM I HAD EXPECTED WHEN I STEPPED INTO THE POLITICAL ARENA PROVED TO BE BUNYAN LIONS INSTEAD OF SHAME THERE CAME SUCH A CROP OF GLORY THAT I THOUGHT OF PULLING DOWN MY BARNS AND BUILDING GREATER THAT I MIGHT HAVE WHERE TO STORE MY NEW GOODS
phonemes: ðə sˈoʊʃəl ˈɑːstɹɐsˌɪzəm aɪ hæd ɛkspˈɛktᵻd wɛn aɪ stˈɛpt ˌɪntʊ ðə pəlˈɪɾɪkəl ɚɹˈiːnə, pɹˈuːvd təbi bˈʌnjən lˈaɪənz. ɪnstˈɛd ʌv ʃˈeɪm ðɛɹ kˈeɪm sˈʌkli ɐ kɹˈɑːp ʌv ɡlˈɔːɹi ðæt aɪ θˈɔːt ʌv pˈʊlɪŋ dˌaʊn maɪ bˈɑːɹnz ænd bˈɪldɪŋ ɡɹˈeɪɾɚ, ðæt aɪ mˌaɪthɐv wˌɛɹ tə stˈɔːɹ maɪ nˈuː ɡˈʊdz.