text_original: Monsieur Vigo stared, and passed his hand from his forehead backwards over his long hair. I leaned forward in my corner by the hickory fire. "Then we will be fish," said Colonel Clark.
text_transcription: MONSHEVICO STARED AND PASSED HIS HAND FROM HIS FORWARD BACKWARDS OVER HIS LONG HAIR I LEANED FORWARD IN MY CORNER ABOUT THE HICKORY FIRE THEN WE WILL BE FISH SAID COLONEL CLARK
phonemes: məsjˈɜː vˈiːɡoʊ stˈɛɹd, ænd pˈæst hɪz hˈænd fɹʌm hɪz fˈɔːɹhɛd bˈækwɚdz ˌoʊvɚ hɪz lˈɔŋ hˈɛɹ. aɪ lˈiːnd fˈɔːɹwɚd ɪn maɪ kˈɔːɹnɚ baɪ ðə hˈɪkɚɹi fˈaɪɚ. "ðˈɛn wiː wɪl biː fˈɪʃ," sˈɛd kˈɜːnəl klˈɑːɹk.