text_original: But it was not in the power of rum to elevate the purser, who sat on the floor wringing his hands, and cursing the hour in which he left his peaceable profession of a brewer in Rochester, to engage in such a life of terror and disquiet.
text_transcription: BUT IT WAS NOT IN THE POWER OF RUM TO ELEVATE THE PURSER WHO SAT ON THE FLOOR WRINGING HIS HANDS AND CURSING THE HOUR IN WHICH HE LEFT HIS PEACEABLE PROFESSION OF A BREWER IN ROCHESTER TO ENGAGE IN SUCH A LIFE OF TERROR AND DISQUIET
phonemes: bˌʌt ɪt wʌz nˌɑːt ɪnðə pˈaʊɚɹ ʌv ɹˈʌm tʊ ˈɛlɪvˌeɪt ðə pˈɜːsɚ, hˌuː sˈæt ɔnðə flˈɔːɹ ɹˈɪŋɪŋ hɪz hˈændz, ænd kˈɜːsɪŋ ðɪ ˈaʊɚ ɪnwˌɪtʃ hiː lˈɛft hɪz pˈiːsəbəl pɹəfˈɛʃən əvə bɹˈuːɚɹ ɪn ɹˈɑːtʃɛstɚ, tʊ ɛŋɡˈeɪdʒ ɪn sˈʌtʃ ɐ lˈaɪf ʌv tˈɛɹɚ ænd dɪskwˈaɪət.