text_original: Santerre, the sonorous Brewer of the Suburb Saint Antoine, advises rather that the place be fired, by a "mixture of phosphorous and oil of turpentine spouted up through forcing pumps:" O Spinola Santerre, hast thou the mixture _ready?_ Every man his own engineer!
text_transcription: SOMETIMES THE SONOROUS BREWER OF THE SUBURB SAINT ANTOINE ADVISES RATHER THAT THE PLACE BE FIRED BY A MIXTURE OF PHOSPHORUS AND OIL OF TURPENTINE SPOUTED UP THROUGH FORCING PUMPS O SPINOLA SOMETIM HAST THOU THE MIXTURE READY EVERY MAN HIS OWN ENGINEER
phonemes: sˈæntɛɹə, ðə sˈɑːnɚɹəs bɹˈuːɚɹ ʌvðə sˈʌbɜːb sˈeɪnt ˈæntɔɪn, ɐdvˈaɪzᵻz ɹˈæðɚ ðætðə plˈeɪs biː fˈaɪɚd, baɪ ˈeɪ "mˈɪkstʃɚɹ ʌv fˈɑːsfɚɹəs ænd ˈɔɪl ʌv tˈɜːpəntˌaɪn spˈaʊɾᵻd ˌʌp θɹuː fˈɔːɹsɪŋ pˈʌmps:" ˈoʊ spɪnˈoʊlə sˈæntɛɹə, hˈeɪst ðˈaʊ ðə mˈɪkstʃɚ ɹˈɛdi?ˈɛvɹi mˈæn hɪz ˈoʊn ˌɛndʒɪnˈɪɹ!