text_original: In a nature that is mel  ancholy a tinge of superstition is appropriate, and it is hardly surprising if Clive saw in the successive chance a proof that he was not meant as yet to perish by self  slaughter. "I must be destined for great things," he thought, and he was right.
text_transcription: IN A NATURE THAT IS MELANCHOLY A TINGE OF SUPERSTITION IS APPROPRIATE AND IT IS HARDLY SURPRISING IF CLIVE SAW IN THE SUCCESSIVE CHANCE A PROOF THAT HE WAS NOT MEANT AS YET TO PERISH BY SELF SLAUGHTER I MUST BE DESTINED FOR GREAT THINGS HE THOUGHT AND HE WAS RIGHT
phonemes: ɪn ɐ nˈeɪtʃɚ ðæt ɪz mˈɛl ˈæŋkɑːli ɐ tˈɪndʒ ʌv sˈuːpɚstˈɪʃən ɪz ɐpɹˈoʊpɹɪət, ænd ɪɾ ɪz hˈɑːɹdli sɚpɹˈaɪzɪŋ ɪf klˈaɪv sˈɔː ɪnðə səksˈɛsɪv tʃˈæns ɐ pɹˈuːf ðæt hiː wʌz nˌɑːt mˈɛnt æz jˈɛt tə pˈɛɹɪʃ baɪ sˈɛlf slˈɔːɾɚ. "aɪ mˈʌst biː dˈɛstɪnd fɔːɹ ɡɹˈeɪt θˈɪŋz," hiː θˈɔːt, ænd hiː wʌz ɹˈaɪt.