text_original: While I was reading, he seemed to be in an ecstasy, rubbing his hands, and bursting out into fits of laughter; at last he caught hold of my hand, and squeezing it, cried, "There—a style for you!
text_transcription: WHILE I WAS READING HE SEEMED TO BE IN AN ECSTASY RUBBING HIS HANDS AND BURSTING OUT INTO FITS OF LAUGHTER AT LAST HE CAUGHT HOLD OF MY HAND AND SQUEEZING IT CRIED THERE A STYLE FOR YOU
phonemes: wˌaɪl aɪ wʌz ɹˈiːdɪŋ, hiː sˈiːmd təbi ɪn ɐn ˈɛkstəsi, ɹˈʌbɪŋ hɪz hˈændz, ænd bˈɜːstɪŋ ˈaʊt ˌɪntʊ fˈɪts ʌv lˈæftɚ; æt lˈæst hiː kˈɔːt hˈoʊld ʌv maɪ hˈænd, ænd skwˈiːzɪŋ ɪt, kɹˈaɪd, "ðˈɛɹ—ɐ stˈaɪl fɔːɹ juː!