text_original: Quarter after quarter, each quarter longer than the last, hour after hour, struck from the clocks distant and near. The rattling of the wheels upon the Boulevards had died gradually away, and at last had ceased altogether. WAITING. 115 It was long past four, and Eleanor had pushed aside her book.
text_transcription: QUARTER AFTER QUARTER EACH QUARTER LONGER THAN THE LAST HOUR AFTER HOUR STRUCK FROM THE CLOCKS DISTANT AND NEAR THE RATTLING OF THE WHEELS UPON THE BOULEVARDS HAD DIED GRADUALLY AWAY AND AT LAST HAD CEASED ALTOGETHER IT WAS LONG PAST FOUR AND ELEANOR HAD PUSHED ASIDE HER BOOK
phonemes: kwˈɔːɹɾɚɹ ˈæftɚ kwˈɔːɹɾɚ, ˈiːtʃ kwˈɔːɹɾɚ lˈɔŋɡɚ ðɐn ðə lˈæst, ˈaʊɚɹ ˈæftɚɹ ˈaʊɚ, stɹˈʌk fɹʌmðə klˈɑːks dˈɪstənt ænd nˈɪɹ. ðə ɹˈæɾəlɪŋ ʌvðə wˈiːlz əpˌɑːn ðə bˈuːlɪvˌɑːɹdz hæd dˈaɪd ɡɹˈædʒuːəli ɐwˈeɪ, ænd æt lˈæst hæd sˈiːst ˌɔːltəɡˈɛðɚ. wˈeɪɾɪŋ. wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd fˈɪftiːn ɪt wʌz lˈɔŋ pˈæst fˈɔːɹ, ænd ᵻlˈiːnɚ hæd pˈʊʃt ɐsˈaɪd hɜː bˈʊk.