text_original: "Enough to run machinery." "You see what a flawed piece of steel this is  unsuited to any strain? I don't believe this axle could stand the strain of high speed in a big auto for the distance of a mile." "That's about all it stood with us," muttered Jack Benson, his face white, his jaws firmly set.
text_transcription: ENOUGH TO RUN MACHINERY YOU SEE WHAT A FLOGGED PIECE OF STEEL THIS IS UNSUITED TO ANY STRAIN I DON'T BELIEVE THIS AXLE COULD STAND THE STRAIN OF HIGH SPEED IN A BIG AUTO FOR THE DISTANCE OF A MILE THAT'S ABOUT ALL IT STOOD WITH US MUTTERED JACK VINCENT HIS FACE WHITE HIS JAWS FIRMLY SET
phonemes: "ɪnˈʌf tə ɹˈʌn məʃˈiːnɚɹi." "juː sˈiː wʌt ɐ flˈɔːd pˈiːs ʌv stˈiːl ðɪs ɪz ʌnsˈuːɾᵻd tʊ ˌɛni stɹˈeɪn? aɪ dˈoʊnt bᵻlˈiːv ðɪs ˈæksəl kʊd stˈænd ðə stɹˈeɪn ʌv hˈaɪ spˈiːd ɪn ɐ bˈɪɡ ˈɔːɾoʊ fɚðə dˈɪstəns əvə mˈaɪl." "ðæts ɐbˌaʊt ˈɔːl ɪt stˈʊd wɪð ˌʌs," mˈʌɾɚd dʒˈæk bˈɛnsən, hɪz fˈeɪs wˈaɪt, hɪz dʒˈɔːz fˈɜːmli sˈɛt.