text_original: On looking closer, it ^.^ perhaps, no fault at all. At the best and the worst, it remains the pathetic endeavor of a devoted sister to beguile the tedium of her dying brother by the only sort of stories he will listen to; while at the same time she infuses, by a strange, incessant twisting of the facts, a lesson of trust in God and in virtue; while she attempts to advocate tolerance, to condemn a corrupted Church.
text_transcription: ON LOOKING CLOSER IT IS PERHAPS NO FAULT AT ALL AT THE BEST AND THE WORST IT REMAINS THE PATHETIC ENDEAVOUR OF A DEVOTED SISTER TO BEGUILE THE TEDIUM OF HER DYING BROTHER BY THE ONLY SORT OF STORIES HE WILL LISTEN TO WHILE AT THE SAME TIME SHE INFUSES BY A STRANGE INCESSANT TWISTING OF THE FACTS A LESSON OF TRUST IN GOD AND IN VIRTUE WHILE SHE ATTEMPTS TO ADVOCATE TOLERANCE TO CONDEMN A CORRUPTED CHURCH
phonemes: ˌɔn lˈʊkɪŋ klˈoʊsɚ, ɪt.pɚhˈæps, nˈoʊ fˈɔlt æɾ ˈɔːl. æt ðə bˈɛst ænd ðə wˈɜːst, ɪt ɹᵻmˈeɪnz ðə pɐθˈɛɾɪk ɛndˈɛvɚɹ əvə dɪvˈoʊɾᵻd sˈɪstɚ tə bᵻɡˈaɪl ðə tˈiːdiəm ʌv hɜː dˈaɪɪŋ bɹˈʌðɚ baɪ ðɪ ˈoʊnli sˈɔːɹt ʌv stˈɔːɹiz hiː wɪl lˈɪsən tuː; wˌaɪl æt ðə sˈeɪm tˈaɪm ʃiː ɪnfjˈuːzᵻz, baɪ ɐ stɹˈeɪndʒ, ɪnsˈɛsənt twˈɪstɪŋ ʌvðə fˈækts, ɐ lˈɛsən ʌv tɹˈʌst ɪn ɡˈɑːd ænd ɪn vˈɜːtʃuː; wˌaɪl ʃiː ɐtˈɛmpts tʊ ˈædvəkˌeɪt tˈɑːlɚɹəns, tə kəndˈɛm ɐ kɚɹˈʌptᵻd tʃˈɜːtʃ.