text_original: THE SOVEREIGNTY OF GENIUS 159 "Gentlemen, I thank you for having permit  ted me to say publicly what has been in my thoughts for sixty years. I thank you for this festival and for your welcome, and I thank the town of Dole, which never loses sight of any of her children, and which has held me in such affectionate memory/' But the honours paid to his genius, whether of a private or public character, failed to turn him aside from his laborious task.
text_transcription: SE GENTLEMEN I THANK YOU FOR HAVING PERMITTED ME TO SAY PUBLICLY WHAT HAS BEEN IN MY THOUGHTS FOR SIXTY YEARS I THANK YOU FOR THIS FESTIVAL AND FOR YOUR WELCOME AND I THANK THE TOWN OF DOLE WHICH NEVER LOSES SIGHT OF ANY OF HER CHILDREN AND WHICH HAS HELD ME IN SUCH AFFECTIONATE MEMORY BUT THE HONOURS PAID TO HIS GENIUS WHETHER OF A PRIVATE OR PUBLIC CHARACTER FAILED TO TURN HIM ASIDE FROM HIS LABORIOUS TASK
phonemes: ðə sˈɑːvɚɹˌɪnti ʌv dʒˈiːnɪəs wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd fˈɪfti nˈaɪn "dʒˈɛntəlmən, aɪ θˈæŋk juː fɔːɹ hˌævɪŋ pˈɜːmɪt tˈɛd mˌiː tə sˈeɪ pˈʌblɪkli wʌt hˈæzbiːn ɪn maɪ θˈɔːts fɔːɹ sˈɪksti jˈɪɹz. aɪ θˈæŋk juː fɔːɹ ðɪs fˈɛstɪvəl ænd fɔːɹ jʊɹ wˈɛlkʌm, ænd aɪ θˈæŋk ðə tˈaʊn ʌv dˈoʊl, wˌɪtʃ nˈɛvɚ lˈuːzᵻz sˈaɪt ʌv ˌɛni ʌv hɜː tʃˈɪldɹən, ænd wˌɪtʃ hɐz hˈɛld mˌiː ɪn sˈʌtʃ ɐfˈɛkʃənət mˈɛmɚɹi slˈæʃ bˌʌt ðɪ ˈɑːnɚz pˈeɪd tə hɪz dʒˈiːnɪəs, wˈɛðɚɹ əvə pɹˈaɪvət ɔːɹ pˈʌblɪk kˈæɹɪktɚ, fˈeɪld tə tˈɜːn hˌɪm ɐsˈaɪd fɹʌm hɪz lɐbˈɔːɹiəs tˈæsk.