text_original: To us Westerners a halo of romance, of unreality, hung over New Orleans. To us it had an Old World, almost Oriental flavor of mystery and luxury and pleasure, and we imagined it swathed in the moisture of the Delta, built of quaint houses, with courts of shining orange trees and magnolias, and surrounded by flowering plantations of unimagined beauty.
text_transcription: TO US WESTERN IS A HALO OF ROMANCE OF UNREALITY HUNG OVER NEW ORLEANS TO US IT HAD AN OLD WORLD ALMOST ORIENTAL FLAVOR OF MYSTERY AND LUXURY AND PLEASURE AND WE IMAGINED IT SWARTHED IN THE MOISTURE OF THE DELTA BUILT OF QUAINT HOUSES WITH COURTS OF SHINING ORANGE TREES AND MAGNOLIAS AND SURROUNDED BY FLOWERING PLANTATIONS OF UNIMAGINED BEAUTY
phonemes: tʊ ˌʌs wˈɛstɚnɚz ɐ hˈeɪloʊ ʌv ɹoʊmˈæns, ʌv ʌnɹɪˈælᵻɾi, hˈʌŋ ˌoʊvɚ nˈuː ˈɔːɹliənz. tʊ ˌʌs ɪt hæd ɐn ˈoʊld wˈɜːld, ˈɔːlmoʊst ˌɔːɹɪˈɛntəl flˈeɪvɚɹ ʌv mˈɪstɚɹi ænd lˈʌkʃɚɹi ænd plˈɛʒɚ, ænd wiː ɪmˈædʒɪnd ɪt swˈeɪðd ɪnðə mˈɔɪstʃɚɹ ʌvðə dˈɛltə, bˈɪlt ʌv kwˈeɪnt hˈaʊzᵻz, wɪð kˈɔːɹts ʌv ʃˈaɪnɪŋ ˈɔɹɪndʒ tɹˈiːz ænd mæɡnˈoʊliəz, ænd sɚɹˈaʊndᵻd baɪ flˈaʊɚɹɪŋ plæntˈeɪʃənz ʌv ˌʌnɪmˈædʒɪnd bjˈuːɾi.