text_original: I beg your pardon, gentlemen; fill your glasses! I'm forgetting everything!" The Rector filled his glass. "I've said nothing so far," he began; "I don't feel that it's my business. My conviction is that there's far too much divorce nowadays. Let this woman go back to her husband, and let him show her where she's to blame"  his voice and his eyes hardened  "then let them forgive each other like Christians.
text_transcription: I BEG YOUR PARDON GENTLEMEN FILL YOUR GLASSES I'M FORGETTING EVERYTHING THE RECTOR FILLED HIS GLASS I'VE SAID NOTHING SO FAR HE BEGAN I DON'T FEEL THAT IT'S MY BUSINESS MY CONVICTION IS THAT THERE'S FAR TOO MUCH DIVORCE NOWADAYS LET THIS WOMAN GO BACK TO HER HUSBAND AND LET HIM SHOW HER WHERE SHE'S TO BLAME HIS VOICE AND HIS EYES HARDENED THEN LET THEM FORGIVE EACH OTHER LIKE CHRISTIANS
phonemes: aɪ bˈɛɡ jʊɹ pˈɑːɹdən, dʒˈɛntəlmən; fˈɪl jʊɹ ɡlˈæsᵻz! aɪm fɚɡˈɛɾɪŋ ˈɛvɹɪθˌɪŋ!" ðə ɹˈɛktɚ fˈɪld hɪz ɡlˈæs. "aɪv sˈɛd nˈʌθɪŋ sˈoʊ fˌɑːɹ," hiː bɪɡˈæn; "aɪ dˈoʊnt fˈiːl ðæt ɪts maɪ bˈɪznəs. maɪ kənvˈɪkʃən ɪz ðæt ðɛɹz fˈɑːɹ tˈuː mʌtʃ dᵻvˈɔːɹs nˈaʊədˌeɪz. lˈɛt ðɪs wˈʊmən ɡˌoʊ bˈæk tə hɜː hˈʌsbənd, ænd lˈɛt hˌɪm ʃˈoʊ hɜː wˌɛɹ ʃiːz tə blˈeɪm"  hɪz vˈɔɪs ænd hɪz ˈaɪz hˈɑːɹdənd  "ðˈɛn lˈɛt ðˌɛm fɚɡˈɪv ˈiːtʃ ˈʌðɚ lˈaɪk kɹˈɪstʃənz.