text_original: Sire, — That which you were pleased to write me, saying you would tell me further, has made me go on, hoping, moreover, that you would not leave the straight road, and flee from them who, for all their happiness, only desire to see you, though worse off than before.
text_transcription: SIRE THAT WHICH YOU WERE PLEASED TO WRITE ME SAYING YOU WOULD TELL ME FURTHER HAS MADE ME GO ON HOPING MOREOVER THAT YOU WOULD NOT LEAVE THE STRAIGHT ROAD AND FLEE FROM THEM WHO FOR ALL THEIR HAPPINESS ONLY DESIRE TO SEE YOU THOUGH WORSE OFF THAN BEFORE
phonemes: sˈaɪɚ, — ðæt wˌɪtʃ juː wɜː plˈiːzd tə ɹˈaɪt mˌiː, sˈeɪɪŋ juː wʊd tˈɛl mˌiː fˈɜːðɚ, hɐz mˌeɪd mˌiː ɡˌoʊ ˈɔn, hˈoʊpɪŋ, mɔːɹˈoʊvɚ, ðæt juː wʊd nˌɑːt lˈiːv ðə stɹˈeɪt ɹˈoʊd, ænd flˈiː fɹʌm ðˌɛm hˈuː, fɔːɹ ˈɔːl ðɛɹ hˈæpɪnəs, ˈoʊnli dɪzˈaɪɚ tə sˈiː juː, ðˌoʊ wˈɜːs ˈɔf ðɐn bᵻfˈɔːɹ.