text_original: "Then there's no hope for me," he answered, laughing, "for I have observed that fright alone brings a man into a fit spiritual state to enter heaven. What would you say of those slanderers of Monsieur Cerre?" Not expecting an answer, he dipped his quill into the ink pot and turned to his papers. "I should say that they owed Monsieur Cerre money," I replied.
text_transcription: THEN THERE'S NO HOPE FOR ME HE ANSWERED LAUGHING FOR I HAVE OBSERVED THAT FRIGHT ALONE BRINGS A MAN INTO A FIT SPIRITUAL STATE TO ENTER HEAVEN WHAT WOULD YOU SAY TO THOSE SLANDERERS OF MONSIEUR SOIREE NOT EXPECTING AN ANSWER HE DIPPED HIS QUILL INTO THE INK POT AND TURNED TO HIS PAPERS I SHOULD SAY THAT THEY OWED MONSIEUR CAREER MONEY I REPLIED
phonemes: "ðˈɛn ðɛɹz nˈoʊ hˈoʊp fɔːɹ mˌiː," hiː ˈænsɚd, lˈæfɪŋ, "fɔːɹ aɪ hæv əbzˈɜːvd ðæt fɹˈaɪt ɐlˈoʊn bɹˈɪŋz ɐ mˈæn ˌɪntʊ ɐ fˈɪt spˈɪɹɪtʃˌuːəl stˈeɪt tʊ ˈɛntɚ hˈɛvən. wˌʌt wʊd juː sˈeɪ ʌv ðoʊz slˈændɚɹɚz ʌv məsjˈɜː sˈɛr?" nˌɑːt ɛkspˈɛktɪŋ ɐn ˈænsɚ, hiː dˈɪpt hɪz kwˈɪl ˌɪntʊ ðɪ ˈɪŋk pˈɑːt ænd tˈɜːnd tə hɪz pˈeɪpɚz. "aɪ ʃˌʊd sˈeɪ ðæt ðeɪ ˈoʊd məsjˈɜː sˈɛr mˈʌni," aɪ ɹᵻplˈaɪd.