text_original: "No, madam," cried our politician in a pathetic strain, "whatever happens, I shall never part with that internal consolation, that conscious honour never fails to yield in the deepest scenes of solitary distress.
text_transcription: NO MADAME CRIED OUR POLITICIAN IN A PATHETIC STRAIN WHATEVER HAPPENS I SHALL NEVER PART WITH THAT INTERNAL CONSOLATION THAT CONSCIOUS HONOR NEVER FAILS TO YIELD IN THE DEEPEST SCENES OF SOLITARY DISTRESS
phonemes: "nˈoʊ, mˈædəm," kɹˈaɪd ˌaʊɚ pˌɑːlɪtˈɪʃən ɪn ɐ pɐθˈɛɾɪk stɹˈeɪn, "wʌtˈɛvɚ hˈæpənz, aɪʃˌɐl nˈɛvɚ pˈɑːɹt wɪð ðæt ɪntˈɜːnəl kɑːnsəlˈeɪʃən, ðæt kˈɑːnʃəs ˈɑːnɚ nˈɛvɚ fˈeɪlz tə jˈiːld ɪnðə dˈiːpɪst sˈiːnz ʌv sˈɑːlətˌɛɹi dɪstɹˈɛs.