text_original: 220 Half a Centuet. My first small town lecture was another financial failure, and in the hall I paid and dismissed that high  ly respectable incubus — my agent. That night I slept in a hotel, and going to a bed which had not been properly ventilated, wondered if it could be my duty to breast that storm of popular frenzy.
text_transcription: EN MY FIRST SMALL TOWN LECTURE WAS ANOTHER FINANCIAL FAILURE AND IN THE HALL I PAID AND DISMISSED THAT HIGHLY RESPECTABLE INCUBUS MY AGENT THAT NIGHT I SLEPT IN A HOTEL AND GOING TO A BED WHICH HAD NOT BEEN PROPERLY VENTILATED WONDERED IF IT COULD BE MY DUTY TO BREAST THAT STORM OF POPULAR FRENZY
phonemes: tˈuːhˈʌndɹɪd twˈɛnti hˈæf ɐ sˈɛntuːt. maɪ fˈɜːst smˈɔːl tˈaʊn lˈɛktʃɚ wʌz ɐnˈʌðɚ faɪnˈænʃəl fˈeɪlɪɹ, ænd ɪnðə hˈɔːl aɪ pˈeɪd ænd dɪsmˈɪst ðæt hˈaɪ lˈaɪ ɹᵻspˈɛktəbəl ˈɪŋkjuːbəs — maɪ ˈeɪdʒənt. ðæt nˈaɪt aɪ slˈɛpt ɪn ɐ hoʊtˈɛl, ænd ɡˌoʊɪŋ tʊ ɐ bˈɛd wˌɪtʃ hæd nˌɑːt bˌɪn pɹˈɑːpɚli vˈɛntᵻlˌeɪɾᵻd, wˈʌndɚd ɪf ɪt kʊd biː maɪ dˈuːɾi tə bɹˈɛst ðæt stˈɔːɹm ʌv pˈɑːpjʊlɚ fɹˈɛnzi.