text_original: "Dear Doctor Sternroyd!" murmured Marjolaine. He pulled himself together. "But this is so harebrained! A special licence is not so easily had. His Grace, the Archbishop of Canterbury—" "Oh, my goodness!
text_transcription: DEAR DOCTOR STERNROYD MURMURED MARGIALLYNE HE PULLED HIMSELF TOGETHER BUT THIS IS SO HARE BRAINED A SPECIAL LICENSE IS NOT SO EASILY HAD HIS GRACE THE ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY OH MY GOODNESS
phonemes: "dˈɪɹ dˈɑːktɚ stˈɜːnɹɔɪd!" mˈɜːmɚd mˈɑːɹdʒəlˌeɪn. hiː pˈʊld hɪmsˈɛlf təɡˈɛðɚ. "bˌʌt ðɪs ɪz sˌoʊ hˈɛɹbɹeɪnd! ɐ spˈɛʃəl lˈaɪsəns ɪz nˌɑːt sˌoʊ ˈiːzili hˌæd. hɪz ɡɹˈeɪs, ðɪ ˌɑːɹtʃbˈɪʃəp ʌv kˈæntɚbˌɛɹi—" "ˈoʊ, maɪ ɡˈʊdnəs!