text_original: "Flesh!" cried she, with all the ferocity of an enraged Thalestris; "none of your names, Mr. Yellowchaps. What! I warrant you have an antipathy to flesh, because you yourself are nothing but skin and bone.
text_transcription: FLASHED CRIED SHE WITH ALL THE FEROCITY OF AN ENRAGED CELESTRESS NONE OF YOUR NAMES MISTER YELLOW CHAPS WHAT I WARRANT YOU HAVE AN ANTIPATHY TO FLESH BECAUSE YOU YOURSELF ARE NOTHING BUT SKIN AND BONE
phonemes: "flˈɛʃ!" kɹˈaɪd ʃiː, wɪð ˈɔːl ðə fəɹˈɑːsᵻɾi əvən ɛnɹˈeɪdʒd θˈeɪlstɹɪs; "nˈʌn ʌv jʊɹ nˈeɪmz, mˈɪstɚ. jˈɛloʊtʃˌæps. wˌʌt! aɪ wˈɔːɹənt juː hæv ɐn æntˈɪpəθi tə flˈɛʃ, bɪkˈʌz juː jɔːɹsˈɛlf ɑːɹ nˈʌθɪŋ bˌʌt skˈɪn ænd bˈoʊn.