text_original: So much is clear. And yet there is more, which no man speaks, which all men now vaguely understand. Disquietude, absence of mind is on every face; Members whisper, uneasily come and go: the order of the day is evidently not the day's want.
text_transcription: SO MUCH IS CLEAR AND YET THERE IS MORE WHICH NO MAN SPEAKS WHICH ALL MEN NOW VIGORLY UNDERSTAND DISQUIETUDE ABSENCE OF MIND IS ON EVERY FACE MEMBERS WHISPER UNEASY COME AND GO THE ORDER OF THE DAY IS EVIDENTLY NOT THE DAY'S WANT
phonemes: sˈoʊ mˌʌtʃ ɪz klˈɪɹ. ænd jˈɛt ðɛɹ ɪz mˈɔːɹ, wˌɪtʃ nˈoʊ mˈæn spˈiːks, wˌɪtʃ ˈɔːl mˈɛn nˈaʊ vˈeɪɡli ˌʌndɚstˈænd. dɪskwˈaɪəɾuːd, ˈæbsəns ʌv mˈaɪnd ɪz ˌɔn ˈɛvɹi fˈeɪs; mˈɛmbɚz wˈɪspɚ, ʌnˈiːzili kˈʌm ænd ɡˈoʊ: ðɪ ˈɔːɹdɚɹ ʌvðə dˈeɪ ɪz ˈɛvɪdəntli nˌɑːt ðə dˈeɪz wˈɔnt.