text_original: "No," said he, taking me by the hand, "you are going to a country where there is more respect sown to unfortunate shentlemen, and where you will have the satisfaction of peholding your adversaries tossing upon pillows of purning primstone."
text_transcription: NO SAID HE TAKING ME BY THE HAND YOU ARE GOING TO A COUNTRY WHERE THERE IS MORE RESPECT SOLD TO UNFORTUNATE GENTLEMEN AND WHERE YOU WILL HAVE THE SATISFACTION OF BEHOLDING YOUR ADVERSARIES TOSSING UPON PILLOWS OF PURNING PRIMSTONE
phonemes: "nˈoʊ," sˈɛd hiː, tˈeɪkɪŋ mˌiː baɪ ðə hˈænd, "juː ɑːɹ ɡˌoʊɪŋ tʊ ɐ kˈʌntɹi wˌɛɹ ðɛɹ ɪz mˈɔːɹ ɹᵻspˈɛkt sˈoʊn tʊ ʌnfˈɔːɹtʃənət ʃˈɛntəlmˌɛn, ænd wˌɛɹ juː wɪl hæv ðə sˌæɾɪsfˈækʃən ʌv pˈɛhoʊldɪŋ jʊɹ ˈædvɚsɚɹiz tˈɔsɪŋ əpˌɑːn pˈɪloʊz ʌv pˈɜːnɪŋ pɹˈɪmstoʊn."