text_original: This was a dreadful sentence to the patient, who, recruiting himself with a quid of tobacco, pronounced with a woful countenance, "What! is there no remedy, doctor! must I be dock'd? can't you splice it?"
text_transcription: THIS WAS A DREADFUL SENTENCE TO THE PATIENT WHO RECRUITING HIMSELF WITH A QUIT OF TOBACCO PRONOUNCED WITH A WOEFUL COUNTENANCE WHAT IS THERE NO REMEDY DOCTOR MUST I BE DOCKED CAN YOU SPLICE IT
phonemes: ðɪs wʌzɐ dɹˈɛdfəl sˈɛntəns tə ðə pˈeɪʃənt, hˈuː, ɹᵻkɹˈuːɾɪŋ hɪmsˈɛlf wɪð ɐ kwˈɪd ʌv təbˈækoʊ, pɹənˈaʊnst wɪð ɐ wˈoʊfəl kˈaʊntənəns, "wˌʌt! ɪz ðɛɹ nˈoʊ ɹˈɛmədi, dˈɑːktɚ! mˈʌst aɪ biː dˈɑːkd? kˈænt juː splˈaɪs ɪt?"