text_original: "No thanks to you," I retorted hotly. "Come in." "Lord," said he, "is it time to go to New Orleans?" "One might think New Orleans was across the street," said Monsieur Gratiot. "What an attitude of mind!"
text_transcription: NO THANKS TO YOU I RETORTED HOTLY COME IN LORD SAID HE IS IT TIME TO GO TO NEW ORLEANS ONE MIGHT THINK NEW ORLEANS WAS ACROSS THE STREET SAID MONSIEUR GRATIOT WHAT AN ATTITUDE OF MIND
phonemes: "nˈoʊ θˈæŋks tə juː," aɪ ɹᵻtˈɔːɹɾᵻd hˈɑːtli. "kˈʌm ˈɪn." "lˈɔːɹd," sˈɛd hiː, "ɪz ɪt tˈaɪm tə ɡˌoʊ tə nˈuː ˈɔːɹliənz?" "wˈʌn mˌaɪt θˈɪŋk nˈuː ˈɔːɹliənz wʌz əkɹˌɑːs ðə stɹˈiːt," sˈɛd məsjˈɜː ɡɹˈæɾɪət. "wˌʌt ɐn ˈæɾɪtˌuːd ʌv mˈaɪnd!"