text_original: "How now, my man of mysterious affairs?" cried Nick, from the bottom of the boat; "you are as puckered as a sour persimmon. Have you a treaty with Spain in your pocket or a declaration of war? What can trouble you?"
text_transcription: HOW NOW MY MEN OF MYSTERIOUS AFFAIRS CRIED NICK FROM THE BOTTOM OF THE BOAT YOU ARE AS PUCKERED AS A SOUR PERSIMIN HAVE YOU A TREATY WITH SPAIN IN YOUR POCKET OR A DECLARATION OF WAR WHAT CAN TROUBLE YOU
phonemes: "hˌaʊ nˈaʊ, maɪ mˈæn ʌv mɪstˈɪɹiəs ɐfˈɛɹz?" kɹˈaɪd nˈɪk, fɹʌmðə bˈɑːɾəm ʌvðə bˈoʊt; "juː ɑːɹ æz pˈʌkɚd æz ɐ sˈaʊɚ pˈɜːsɪmən. hæv juː ɐ tɹˈiːɾi wɪð spˈeɪn ɪn jʊɹ pˈɑːkɪt ɔːɹ ɐ dˌɛklɚɹˈeɪʃən ʌv wˈɔːɹ? wˌʌt kæn tɹˈʌbəl juː?"