text_original: "Tom Bowling?—Ah!" and he was off again, in a roar he intended for a mere sentimental whisper "Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling—" This was too much for Jim's feelings, never more receptive to melodious sorrow than when he had just absorbed a pint of ale, and he joined his master in a sympathetic howl.
text_transcription: TOM BOWLING AH AND HE WAS OFF AGAIN IN A ROAR HE INTENDED FOR A MERE SENTIMENTAL WHISPER HERE RUSH HEER HOPE LIES POOR TOM BOWLING THIS WAS TOO MUCH FOR JIM'S FEELINGS NEVER MORE RECEPTIVE TO MELODIOUS SORROW THAN WHEN HE HAD JUST ABSORBED A PINT OF ALE AND HE JOINED HIS MASTER IN A SYMPATHETIC HOWL
phonemes: "tˈɑːm bˈoʊlɪŋ?—ˈɑː!" ænd hiː wʌz ˈɔf ɐɡˈɛn, ɪn ɐ ɹˈɔːɹ hiː ɪntˈɛndᵻd fɚɹə mˈɪɹ sˌɛntɪmˈɛntəl wˈɪspɚ "hˈɪɹ, ɐ ʃˈɪɹ hˈʌlk, lˈaɪz pˈʊɹ tˈɑːm bˈoʊlɪŋ—" ðɪs wʌz tˈuː mʌtʃ fɔːɹ dʒˈɪmz fˈiːlɪŋz, nˈɛvɚ mˈɔːɹ ɹᵻsˈɛptɪv tə mɛlˈoʊdiəs sˈɑːɹoʊ ðɐn wɛn hiː hæd dʒˈʌst ɐbsˈɔːɹbd ɐ pˈaɪnt ʌv ˈeɪl, ænd hiː dʒˈɔɪnd hɪz mˈæstɚɹ ɪn ɐ sˌɪmpəθˈɛɾɪk hˈaʊl.