text_original: George bowed his head, and his whole spirit felt numb. He closed his glasses and moved with the crowd to the stairs. A voice behind him said: "He'd have won in another stride!" Another answered: "I hate that sort of horse.
text_transcription: GEORGE BOWED HIS HEAD AND HIS WHOLE SPIRIT FELT NONE HE CLOSED HIS GLASSES AND MOVED WITH THE CROWD TO THE STAIRS A VOICE BEHIND HIM SAID HID HAVE ONE AND ANOTHER STRIDE ANOTHER ANSWERED I HATE THAT SORT OF HORSE
phonemes: dʒˈɔːɹdʒ bˈaʊd hɪz hˈɛd, ænd hɪz hˈoʊl spˈɪɹɪt fˈɛlt nˈʌm. hiː klˈoʊzd hɪz ɡlˈæsᵻz ænd mˈuːvd wɪððə kɹˈaʊd tə ðə stˈɛɹz. ɐ vˈɔɪs bᵻhˌaɪnd hˌɪm sˈɛd: "hiːd hæv wˈʌn ɪn ɐnˈʌðɚ stɹˈaɪd!" ɐnˈʌðɚɹ ˈænsɚd: "aɪ hˈeɪt ðæt sˈɔːɹt ʌv hˈɔːɹs.