text_original: madame, understand that there is in this world a cake of tribulations for you to share with your useless son, made from scattered tares, ground in the mill of sorrow, kneaded with cold water in the trough of infidel and disobedient presumption, baked in the furnace of self love, of which the eating has been a fig poisoning the architects and their posterity, until the unleavened meal has been put in the cask of human nature."
text_transcription: MADAME UNDERSTAND THAT THERE IS IN THIS WORLD A CAKE OF TRIBULATIONS FOR YOU TO SHARE WITH YOUR USELESS SON MADE FROM SCATTERED TARES GROUND IN THE MIDDLE OF SORROW KNEADED WITH COLD WATER AND THE TROUGH OF INFIDEL AND DISOBEDIENT PRESUMPTION BAKED IN THE FURNACE OF SELF LOVE OF WHICH THE EATING HAS BEEN A FIG POISONING THE ARCHITECTS AND THEIR POSTERITY UNTIL THE UNLEAVENED MEAL HAS BEEN PUT IN THE CASK OF HUMAN NATURE
phonemes: mˈædəm, ˌʌndɚstˈænd ðæt ðɛɹ ɪz ɪn ðɪs wˈɜːld ɐ kˈeɪk ʌv tɹˌɪbjʊlˈeɪʃənz fɔːɹ juː tə ʃˈɛɹ wɪð jʊɹ jˈuːsləs sˈʌn, mˌeɪd fɹʌm skˈæɾɚd tˈɛɹz, ɡɹˈaʊnd ɪnðə mˈɪl ʌv sˈɑːɹoʊ, nˈiːdᵻd wɪð kˈoʊld wˈɔːɾɚɹ ɪnðə tɹˈɔf ʌv ˈɪnfᵻdəl ænd dɪsoʊbˈiːdiənt pɹɪsˈʌmpʃən, bˈeɪkt ɪnðə fˈɜːnɪs ʌv sˈɛlf lˈʌv, ʌvwˈɪtʃ ðɪ ˈiːɾɪŋ hˈæzbiːn ɐ fˈɪɡ pˈɔɪzənɪŋ ðɪ ˈɑːɹkɪtˌɛkts ænd ðɛɹ pɑːstˈɛɹᵻɾi, ʌntˈɪl ðɪ ʌnlˈɛvənd mˈiːl hˈæzbiːn pˌʊt ɪnðə kˈæsk ʌv hjˈuːmən nˈeɪtʃɚ."