text_original: At eleven, Monsieur Vigo and I were talking "philosophe" over a wonderful breakfast under the awning, as we dropped down between the forest lined shores of the Ohio.
text_transcription: AT ELEVEN MONSIEUR VIGO AND I WERE TALKING PHILOSOPHY OVER A WONDERFUL BREAKFAST UNDER THE AWNING AS WE DROPPED DOWN BETWEEN THE FOREST LINED SHORES OF THE OHIO
phonemes: æɾ ᵻlˈɛvən, məsjˈɜː vˈiːɡoʊ ænd aɪ wɜː tˈɔːkɪŋ "fɪlˈɑːsəf" ˌoʊvɚɹ ɐ wˈʌndɚfəl bɹˈɛkfəst ˌʌndɚ ðɪ ˈɔːnɪŋ, æz wiː dɹˈɑːpt dˌaʊn bᵻtwˌiːn ðə fˈɔːɹɪst lˈaɪnd ʃˈɔːɹz ʌvðɪ oʊhˈaɪoʊ.