text_original: "What images have you brought in, Mr. Ritchie?" he asked. "We all worship the sex in some form, however misplaced our notions of it." There is not the least doubt that, for the sake of the Vicomtesse, he was trying to be genial, and that his remark was a purely random one.
text_transcription: WHAT IMAGES HAVE YOU BROUGHT IN MISTER RITCHIE HE ASKED WE ALL WORSHIPPED THE SEX IN SOME FORM HOWEVER MISPLACED OUR NOTIONS OF IT THERE WAS NOT THE LEAST DOUBT THAT FOR THE SAKE OF THE VICOMTESSA HE WAS TRYING TO BE GENIAL AND THAT HIS REMARK WAS A PURELY RANDOM ONE
phonemes: "wˌʌt ˈɪmɪdʒᵻz hæv juː bɹˈɔːt ˈɪn, mˈɪstɚ. ɹˈɪtʃi?" hiː ˈæskt. "wiː ˈɔːl wˈɜːʃɪp ðə sˈɛks ɪn sˌʌm fˈɔːɹm, haʊˈɛvɚ mɪsplˈeɪst ˌaʊɚ nˈoʊʃənz ʌv ɪt." ðɛɹ ɪz nˌɑːt ðə lˈiːst dˈaʊt ðˈæt, fɚðə sˈeɪk ʌvðə vˈɪkəmtˌɛs, hiː wʌz tɹˈaɪɪŋ təbi dʒˈiːnɪəl, ænd ðæt hɪz ɹᵻmˈɑːɹk wʌzɐ pjˈʊɹli ɹˈændəm wˌʌn.