text_original: Brutus was a master hand at gossip. He liked it all, and told it all  gay and sad, true and false, sacred and obscene. He was always welcome at the Paradise, but never more so than since the war began, for he brought back weekly from Pullman smoking rooms, hotel lobbies and business lunches a bag of "inside information" which kept the War Board sitting until midnight and sent it home swollen with importance.
text_transcription: BRUTUS WAS A MASTER HAND AT GOSSIP HE LIKED IT ALL AND TOLD IT ALL GAY AND SAD TRUE AND FALSE SACRED AND OBSCENE HE WAS ALWAYS WELCOME AT THE PARADISE BUT NEVER MORE SO THAN SINCE THE WAR BEGAN FOR HE BROUGHT BACK WEEKLY FROM PULLMAN SMOKING ROOMS HOTEL LOBBIES AND BUSINESS LUNCHEONS A BAG OF INSIDE INFORMATION WHICH KEPT THE WAR BOARD SITTING UNTIL MIDNIGHT AND SENT IT HOME SWOLLEN WITH IMPORTANCE
phonemes: bɹˈuːɾəs wʌzɐ mˈæstɚ hˈænd æt ɡˈɑːsɪp. hiː lˈaɪkt ɪɾ ˈɔːl, ænd tˈoʊld ɪɾ ˈɔːl ɡˈeɪ ænd sˈæd, tɹˈuː ænd fˈɔls, sˈeɪkɹɪd ænd əbsˈiːn. hiː wʌz ˈɔːlweɪz wˈɛlkʌm æt ðə pˈæɹədˌaɪs, bˌʌt nˈɛvɚ mˈɔːɹ sˌoʊ ðɐn sˈɪns ðə wˈɔːɹ bɪɡˈæn, fɔːɹ hiː bɹˈɔːt bˈæk wˈiːkli fɹʌm pˈʊlmən smˈoʊkɪŋ ɹˈuːmz, hoʊtˈɛl lˈɑːbɪz ænd bˈɪznəs lˈʌntʃᵻz ɐ bˈæɡ ʌv "ɪnsˈaɪd ˌɪnfɚmˈeɪʃən" wˌɪtʃ kˈɛpt ðə wˈɔːɹ bˈɔːɹd sˈɪɾɪŋ ʌntˈɪl mˈɪdnaɪt ænd sˈɛnt ɪt hˈoʊm swˈoʊlən wɪð ɪmpˈɔːɹtəns.