text_original: "Fellow," she said, "is this Pomander Lane?" A shudder ran through the Walk. Pomander _Lane_, indeed!—The only answer the lady got from the Eyesore was that at that precise moment he found it agreeable to scratch his back.
text_transcription: FELLOW SHE SAID IS THIS COMMANDER LANE A SHUDDER RAN THROUGH THE WALK COMMANDER LANE INDEED THE ONLY ANSWER THE LADY GOT FROM THE EYE SAW WAS THAT AT THAT PRECISE MOMENT HE FOUND IT AGREEABLE TO SCRATCH HIS BACK
phonemes: "fˈɛloʊ," ʃiː sˈɛd, "ɪz ðɪs pˈɑːmændɚ lˈeɪn?" ɐ ʃˈʌdɚ ɹˈæn θɹuː ðə wˈɔːk. pˈɑːmændɚ lˈeɪn, ˌɪndˈiːd!—ðɪ ˈoʊnli ˈænsɚ ðə lˈeɪdi ɡɑːt fɹʌmðɪ ˈaɪsɔːɹ wʌz ðæt æt ðæt pɹɪsˈaɪs mˈoʊmənt hiː fˈaʊnd ɪɾ ɐɡɹˈiːəbəl tə skɹˈætʃ hɪz bˈæk.