text_original: All grim and grey, and waste, and dourness and dool; like the army as it returns frae the fecht. There be some that think that because the sun sets fine i' the nicht, it will of necessity rise fine i' the morn. They seem to no ken that it has to traverse one half o' the warld ere it returns; and that the averages of fine and foul, o' light and dark hae to be aye maintained. It may be that the days o' fine follow ane anither fast; or that the foul times linger likewise. But in the end, the figures of fine and foul tottle up, in accord wi' their ordered sum.
text_transcription: ALL GRIM AND GRAY AND WASTE AND DURRENNESS AND DUEL LIKE THE ARMY AS IT RETURNS FOR THE FETCH THERE BE SOME THAT THINK THAT BECAUSE THE SUN SETS FINE AND IN THE NIGHT IT WILL OF NECESSITY RISE FINE IN THE MORN THEY SEEM NOT TO KEN THAT IT HAS TO TRAVERSE ONE HALF OF THE WALL ERE IT RETURNS AND THAT THE AVERAGES OF FINE AND FOUL ARE LIGHT AND DARK APT TO BE MAINTAINED IT MAY BE THAT THE DAYS OF FINE FOLLOW ANY OTHER FAST OR THAT THE FOUL TIMES LINGER LIKEWISE BUT IN THE END THE FIGURES OF FINE AND FOUL TODDLE UP IN ACCORD WITH THEIR OWN ORDERED SUM
phonemes: ˈɔːl ɡɹˈɪm ænd ɡɹˈeɪ, ænd wˈeɪst, ænd dˈaʊɚnəs ænd dˈuːl; lˈaɪk ðɪ ˈɑːɹmi æz ɪt ɹᵻtˈɜːnz fɹˈiː ðə fˈɛxt. ðɛɹbˈiː sˌʌm ðæt θˈɪŋk ðæt bɪkˈʌz ðə sˈʌn sˈɛts fˈaɪn ˈaɪ ðə nˈɪʃt, ɪt wɪl ʌv nəsˈɛsɪɾi ɹˈaɪz fˈaɪn ˈaɪ ðə mˈɔːɹn. ðeɪ sˈiːm tə nˈoʊ kˈɛn ðˌɐɾɪt hɐz tə tɹɐvˈɜːs wˈʌn hˈæf ˈoʊ ðə wˈɔːɹld ˈɛɹ ɪt ɹᵻtˈɜːnz; ænd ðætðɪ ˈævɹɪdʒᵻz ʌv fˈaɪn ænd fˈaʊl, ˈoʊ lˈaɪt ænd dˈɑːɹk hˈiː təbi ˈaɪ meɪntˈeɪnd. ɪt mˈeɪ biː ðætðə dˈeɪz ˈoʊ fˈaɪn fˈɑːloʊ ˈeɪn ˈænɪðɚ fˈæst; ɔːɹ ðætðə fˈaʊl tˈaɪmz lˈɪŋɡɚ lˈaɪkwaɪz. bˌʌt ɪnðɪ ˈɛnd, ðə fˈɪɡjɚz ʌv fˈaɪn ænd fˈaʊl tˈɑːɾəl ˈʌp, ɪn ɐkˈɔːɹd wˈaɪ ðɛɹ ˈɔːɹdɚd sˈʌm.