text_original: "We're rather an elderly lot, y'know. Beyond our springtime, Jack, and that's the truth. When we sit and think, we think of the past, and try not to think of the future. And, suddenly, here was this Grace and Beauty and Youth in the midst of us.
text_transcription: WE'RE RATHER AN ELDERLY LOT YOU KNOW BEYOND OUR SPRINGTIME JACK AND THAT'S THE TRUTH WHEN WE SIT AND THINK WE THINK OF THE PAST AND TRY NOT TO THINK OF THE FUTURE AND SUDDENLY HERE WAS THIS GRACE AND BEAUTY AND YOUTH IN THE MIDST OF US
phonemes: "wɪɹ ɹˈæðɚɹ ɐn ˈɛldɚli lˈɑːt, jənˈoʊ. bᵻjˌɔnd ˌaʊɚ spɹˈɪŋtaɪm, dʒˈæk, ænd ðæts ðə tɹˈuːθ. wˌɛn wiː sˈɪt ænd θˈɪŋk, wiː θˈɪŋk ʌvðə pˈæst, ænd tɹˈaɪ nˌɑːt tə θˈɪŋk ʌvðə fjˈuːtʃɚ. ænd, sˈʌdənli, hˈɪɹ wʌz ðɪs ɡɹˈeɪs ænd bjˈuːɾi ænd jˈuːθ ɪnðə mˈɪdst ʌv ˌʌs.