text_original: There was an eloquent silence. The old elm shook its leaves with a ripple of laughter. It had seen many things in its long life, but never anything so epically grand as the widow's victory and the Admiral's surrender.
text_transcription: THERE WAS AN ELOQUENT SILENCE THE OLD ELM SHOOK ITS LEAVES WITH A RIPPLE OF LAUGHTER IT HAD SEEN MANY THINGS IN ITS LONG LIFE BUT NEVER ANYTHING SO EPICALLY GRAND AS THE WIDOW'S VICTORY AND THE ADMIRAL'S SURRENDER
phonemes: ðɛɹwˌʌz ɐn ˈɛləkwənt sˈaɪləns. ðɪ ˈoʊld ˈɛlm ʃˈʊk ɪts lˈiːvz wɪð ɐ ɹˈɪpəl ʌv lˈæftɚ. ɪt hæd sˈiːn mˈɛni θˈɪŋz ɪn ɪts lˈɔŋ lˈaɪf, bˌʌt nˈɛvɚɹ ˈɛnɪθˌɪŋ sˌoʊ ˈɛpɪkli ɡɹˈænd æz ðə wˈɪdoʊz vˈɪktɚɹi ænd ðɪ ˈædmɜːɹəlz sɚɹˈɛndɚ.