text_original: And Stoics, who could not bear to see a man sit thus throughout that sacred hour, came up from time to time. "Aren't you going to dine, Pendyce?" Dumb brutes tell no one of their pains; the law is silence. So with George.
text_transcription: AND STOICS WHO COULD NOT BEAR TO SEE A MAN SIT THUS THROUGHOUT THAT SACRED HOUR CAME UP FROM TIME TO TIME AREN'T YOU GOING TO DIE PANDISE DUMB BRUTES TELL NO ONE OF THEIR PAINS THE LAW IS SILENCE SO WITH GEORGE
phonemes: ænd stˈoʊɪks, hˌuː kʊd nˌɑːt bˈɛɹ tə sˈiː ɐ mˈæn sˈɪt ðˈʌs θɹuːˈaʊt ðæt sˈeɪkɹɪd ˈaʊɚ, kˈeɪm ˌʌp fɹʌm tˈaɪm tə tˈaɪm. "ˌɑːɹnt juː ɡˌoʊɪŋ tə dˈaɪn, pˈɛndaɪs?" dˈʌm bɹˈuːts tˈɛl nˈoʊwˈʌn ʌv ðɛɹ pˈeɪnz; ðə lˈɔː ɪz sˈaɪləns. sˌoʊ wɪð dʒˈɔːɹdʒ.