text_original: He wrote to him on the 29th of March, 1871 : "I have my head filled with the finest projects for work, but the war has forced my brain to lie fallow. I feel ready now to become productive again, although, alas, I may be deceiving myself!
text_transcription: HE WROTE TO HIM ON THE TWENTY NINTH OF MARCH EIGHTEEN SEVENTY ONE I HAVE MY HEAD FILLED WITH THE FINEST PROJECTS FOR WORK BUT THE WAR HAS FORCED MY BRAIN TO LIE FALLOW I FEEL READY NOW TO BECOME PRODUCTIVE AGAIN ALTHOUGH ALAS I MAY BE DECEIVING MYSELF
phonemes: hiː ɹˈoʊt tə hˌɪm ɔnðə twˈɛnti nˈaɪnθ ʌv mˈɑːɹtʃ, wˈʌn θˈaʊzənd ˈeɪthˈʌndɹɪd sˈɛvənti wˈʌn : "aɪ hæv maɪ hˈɛd fˈɪld wɪððə fˈaɪnɪst pɹˈɑːdʒɛkts fɔːɹ wˈɜːk, bˌʌt ðə wˈɔːɹ hɐz fˈɔːɹst maɪ bɹˈeɪn tə lˈaɪ fˈæloʊ. aɪ fˈiːl ɹˈɛdi nˈaʊ tə bɪkˌʌm pɹədˈʌktɪv ɐɡˈɛn, ɔːlðˈoʊ, ɐlˈæs, aɪ mˈeɪ biː dᵻsˈiːvɪŋ maɪsˈɛlf!