text_original: "Good!" he cried. Tossing off his liquor, he set down the glass and began what seemed a fruitless search among the thousand papers on the table. But at length, with a grunt of satisfaction, he produced a form and held it under my eyes.
text_transcription: GOOD HE CRIED TOSSING OFF HIS LIQUOR HE SET DOWN THE GLASS AND BEGAN WHAT SEEMED A FRUITLESS SEARCH AMONG THE THOUSAND PAPERS ON THE TABLE BUT AT LENGTH WITH A GRUNT OF SATISFACTION HE PRODUCED A FORM AND HELD IT UNDER MY EYES
phonemes: "ɡˈʊd!" hiː kɹˈaɪd. tˈɔsɪŋ ˈɔf hɪz lˈɪkɚ, hiː sˈɛt dˌaʊn ðə ɡlˈæs ænd bɪɡˈæn wʌt sˈiːmd ɐ fɹˈuːtləs sˈɜːtʃ ɐmˌʌŋ ðə θˈaʊzənd pˈeɪpɚz ɔnðə tˈeɪbəl. bˌʌt æt lˈɛŋθ, wɪð ɐ ɡɹˈʌnt ʌv sˌæɾɪsfˈækʃən, hiː pɹədˈuːst ɐ fˈɔːɹm ænd hˈɛld ɪɾ ˌʌndɚ maɪ ˈaɪz.