text_original: The sun that scorched his face fell on their backs, the breeze that cooled his back blew on their cheeks. For the careless world, too, was on its way, along the pavement of the universe, one of millions going to Chelsea, meeting millions coming away....
text_transcription: THE SUN THAT SCORCHED HIS FACE FELL ON THEIR BACKS THE BREEZE THAT COOED HIS BACK BLEW ON THEIR CHEEKS FOR THE CARELESS WORLD TOO WAS ON ITS WAY ALONG THE PAVEMENT OF THE UNIVERSE ONE OF MILLIONS GOING TO CHELSEA MEETING MILLIONS COMING AWAY
phonemes: ðə sˈʌn ðæt skˈɔːɹtʃt hɪz fˈeɪs fˈɛl ˌɔn ðɛɹ bˈæks, ðə bɹˈiːz ðæt kˈuːld hɪz bˈæk blˈuː ˌɔn ðɛɹ tʃˈiːks. fɚðə kˈɛɹləs wˈɜːld, tˈuː, wʌz ˌɔn ɪts wˈeɪ, ɐlˈɔŋ ðə pˈeɪvmənt ʌvðə jˈuːnɪvˌɜːs, wˈʌn ʌv mˈɪliənz ɡˌoʊɪŋ tə tʃˈɛlsiː, mˈiːɾɪŋ mˈɪliənz kˈʌmɪŋ ɐwˈeɪ....