text_original: Dick's mind flew back to the day a dozen years before when he had walked over the hills and caught his first view of the town. There were but four stacks that day, there were twelve now, and from every one of the twelve black smoke rose, straight into the clear air, and they said as clear and loudly to him now as they had so long ago, "We are the strong things here, we are the things to be reckoned with."
text_transcription: DICK'S MIND FLEW BACK TO THE DAY A DOZEN YEARS BEFORE WHEN HE HAD WALKED OVER THE HILLS AND CAUGHT HIS FIRST VIEW OF THE TOWN THERE WERE BUT FOUR STACKS THAT DAY THERE WERE TWELVE NOW AND FROM EVERY ONE OF THE TWELVE BLACK SMOKE ROSE STRAIGHT INTO THE CLEAR AIR AND THEY SAID AS CLEAR AND LOUDLY TO HIM NOW AS THEY HAD SO LONG AGO WE ARE THE STRONG THINGS HERE WE ARE THE THINGS TO BE RECKONED WITH
phonemes: dˈɪks mˈaɪnd flˈuː bˈæk tə ðə dˈeɪ ɐ dˈʌzən jˈɪɹz bᵻfˌɔːɹ wɛn hiː hæd wˈɔːkt ˌoʊvɚ ðə hˈɪlz ænd kˈɔːt hɪz fˈɜːst vjˈuː ʌvðə tˈaʊn. ðɛɹwˌɜː bˌʌt fˈɔːɹ stˈæks ðæt dˈeɪ, ðɛɹwˌɜː twˈɛlv nˈaʊ, ænd fɹʌm ˈɛvɹi wˈʌn ʌvðə twˈɛlv blˈæk smˈoʊk ɹˈoʊz, stɹˈeɪt ˌɪntʊ ðə klˈɪɹ ˈɛɹ, ænd ðeɪ sˈɛd æz klˈɪɹ ænd lˈaʊdli tə hˌɪm nˈaʊ æz ðeɪ hæd sˌoʊ lˈɔŋ ɐɡˈoʊ, "wiː ɑːɹ ðə stɹˈɔŋ θˈɪŋz hˈɪɹ, wiː ɑːɹ ðə θˈɪŋz təbi ɹˈɛkənd wɪð."