text_original: " My soul is not sufficiently rural," she writes. " I regret your little apart  ment and our quarrels and conversations, and all that life which is yours."
text_transcription: MY SOUL IS NOT SUFFICIENTLY RURAL SHE WRITES I REGRET YOUR LITTLE APARTMENT AND OUR QUARRELS AND CONVERSATIONS AND ALL THAT LIFE WHICH IS YOURS
phonemes: " maɪ sˈoʊl ɪz nˌɑːt səfˈɪʃəntli ɹˈʊɹɹəl," ʃiː ɹˈaɪts. " aɪ ɹᵻɡɹˈɛt jʊɹ lˈɪɾəl ɐpˈɑːɹt mˈɛnt ænd ˌaʊɚ kwˈɔːɹəlz ænd kɑːnvɚsˈeɪʃənz, ænd ˈɔːl ðæt lˈaɪf wˌɪtʃ ɪz jˈɔːɹz."