text_original: He looked at that square, bearded man, and the infallible instinct, christened so wickedly by Mr. Paramor, guided him. "What's wrong with your gates, man, I should like to know?"
text_transcription: HE LOOKED AT THAT SQUARE BEARDED MAN AND THE INFALLIBLE INSTINCT CHRISTENED SO WICKEDLY BY MISTER PARAMORE GUIDED HIM WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOUR GATES MAN I SHOULD LIKE TO KNOW
phonemes: hiː lˈʊkt æt ðæt skwˈɛɹ, bˈɪɹdᵻd mˈæn, ænd ðɪ ɪnfˈælᵻbəl ˈɪnstɪŋkt, kɹˈɪsənd sˌoʊ wˈɪkᵻdli baɪ mˈɪstɚ. pˈæɹəmɚ, ɡˈaɪdᵻd hˌɪm. "wˌʌts ɹˈɔŋ wɪð jʊɹ ɡˈeɪts, mˈæn, aɪ ʃˌʊd lˈaɪk tə nˈoʊ?"