text_original: They say that through the minds of drowning men troop ghosts of past experience. It was not so with George; his soul was fastened on that little daub of peacock blue. Below the glasses his lips were colourless from hard compression; he moistened them continually.
text_transcription: THEY SAY THAT THROUGH THE MINDS OF DROWNING MEN TROOPED GHOSTS OF PAST EXPERIENCE IT WAS NOT SO WITH GEORGE HIS SOUL WAS FASTENED ON THAT LITTLE DAB OF PEACOCK BLUE BELOW THE GLASSES HIS LIPS WERE COLOURLESS FROM HARD COMPRESSION HE MOISTENED THEM CONTINUALLY
phonemes: ðeɪ sˈeɪ ðæt θɹuː ðə mˈaɪndz ʌv dɹˈaʊnɪŋ mˈɛn tɹˈuːp ɡˈoʊsts ʌv pˈæst ɛkspˈiəɹɪəns. ɪt wʌz nˌɑːt sˌoʊ wɪð dʒˈɔːɹdʒ; hɪz sˈoʊl wʌz fˈæsənd ˌɔn ðæt lˈɪɾəl dˈɔːb ʌv pˈiːkɑːk blˈuː. bᵻlˌoʊ ðə ɡlˈæsᵻz hɪz lˈɪps wɜː kˈʌlɚləs fɹʌm hˈɑːɹd kəmpɹˈɛʃən; hiː mˈɔɪsənd ðˌɛm kəntˈɪnjuːəli.