text_original: "De lightful!" answered Sir Peter, kissing the tips of his fingers at an imaginary ideal. "The Walk was shy of 'em at first. So was I. Thought they was foreigners. Foreigners are all very well for you and me, Jack. We 're men o' the world.
text_transcription: DELIGHTFUL ANSWERED SIR PETER KISSING THE TIPS OF HIS FINGERS AT AN IMAGINARY IDEAL THE WALK WERE SHY OF EM AT FIRST SO WAS I THOUGHT THEY WAS FOREIGNERS FOREIGNERS ARE ALL VERY WEALTHY YOU AND ME JACK WE'RE NONE O THE WORLD
phonemes: "də lˈaɪtfəl!" ˈænsɚd sˌɜː pˈiːɾɚ, kˈɪsɪŋ ðə tˈɪps ʌv hɪz fˈɪŋɡɚz æɾ ɐn ɪmˈædʒɪnˌɛɹi aɪdˈiəl. "ðə wˈɔːk wʌz ʃˈaɪ ʌv ˈɛm æt fˈɜːst. sˌoʊ wʌz ˈaɪ. θˈɔːt ðeɪ wʌz fˈɔːɹənɚz. fˈɔːɹənɚz ɑːɹ ˈɔːl vˈɛɹi wˈɛl fɔːɹ juː ænd mˌiː, dʒˈæk. wiː ɹˌiː mˈɛn ˈoʊ ðə wˈɜːld.