text_original: But George was not engaged. Like a wounded animal taking its hurt for refuge to its lair, he sat in his favourite window overlooking Piccadilly. He sat there as though youth had left him, unmoving, never lifting his eyes.
text_transcription: BUT GEORGE WAS NOT ENGAGED LIKE A WOUNDED ANIMAL TAKING ITS HURT FOR REFUGE TO ITS LAIR HE SAT IN HIS FAVOURITE WINDOW OVERLOOKING PICCADILLY HE SAT THERE AS THOUGH YOUTH HAD LEFT HIM UNMOVING NEVER LIFTING HIS EYES
phonemes: bˌʌt dʒˈɔːɹdʒ wʌz nˌɑːt ɛŋɡˈeɪdʒd. lˈaɪk ɐ wˈuːndᵻd ˈænɪməl tˈeɪkɪŋ ɪts hˈɜːt fɔːɹ ɹˈɛfjuːdʒ tʊ ɪts lˈɛɹ, hiː sˈæt ɪn hɪz fˈeɪvɹɪt wˈɪndoʊ ˌoʊvɚlˈʊkɪŋ pˌɪkɐdˈɪli. hiː sˈæt ðɛɹ æz ðˌoʊ jˈuːθ hæd lˈɛft hˌɪm, ʌnmˈuːvɪŋ, nˈɛvɚ lˈɪftɪŋ hɪz ˈaɪz.