text_original: "Why," he exclaimed immediately, giving me a cordial grasp of the hand "of course. The strategist, the John Law, the reader of character of Colonel Clark's army. Yes, and worse, the prophet, Mr. Ritchie." "And why worse, sir?" I asked.
text_transcription: WHY HE EXCLAIMED IMMEDIATELY GIVING ME A CORDIAL GRASP OF THE HAND OF COURSE THE STRATEGIST THE JOHN LAW THE READER OF CHARACTER OF COLONEL CLARK'S ARMY YES AND WORSE THE PROPHET MISTER RITCHEY AND WHY WORSE SIR I ASKED
phonemes: "wˈaɪ," hiː ɛksklˈeɪmd ɪmˈiːdɪətli, ɡˈɪvɪŋ mˌiː ɐ kˈɔːɹdʒəl ɡɹˈæsp ʌvðə hˈænd "ʌv kˈɔːɹs. ðə stɹˈæɾɪdʒˌɪst, ðə dʒˈɑːn lˈɔː, ðə ɹˈiːdɚɹ ʌv kˈæɹɪktɚɹ ʌv kˈɜːnəl klˈɑːɹks ˈɑːɹmi. jˈɛs, ænd wˈɜːs, ðə pɹˈɑːfɪt, mˈɪstɚ. ɹˈɪtʃi." "ænd wˌaɪ wˈɜːs, sˌɜː?" aɪ ˈæskt.