text_original: All shops, unless it be the Bakers' and Vintners', are shut: Paris is in the streets;—rushing, foaming like some Venice wine glass into which you had dropped poison. The tocsin, by order, is pealing madly from all steeples.
text_transcription: ALL SHOPS UNLESS IT BE THE BAKERS AND VINTNERS ARE SHUT PARIS IS IN THE STREETS RUSHING FOAMING LIKE SOME VENICE WINEGLASS INTO WHICH YOU HAD DROPPED POISON THE TOCSIN BY ORDER IS PEALING MADLY FROM ALL STEEPLES
phonemes: ˈɔːl ʃˈɑːps, ʌnlˈɛs ɪt biː ðə bˈeɪkɚz ænd vˈɪntnɚz, ɑːɹ ʃˈʌt: pˈæɹɪs ɪz ɪnðə stɹˈiːts;—ɹˈʌʃɪŋ, fˈoʊmɪŋ lˈaɪk sˌʌm vˈɛnɪs wˈaɪn ɡlˈæs ˌɪntʊ wˌɪtʃ juː hæd dɹˈɑːpt pˈɔɪzən. ðə tˈɑːksɪn, baɪ ˈɔːɹdɚ, ɪz pˈiːlɪŋ mˈædli fɹʌm ˈɔːl stˈiːpəlz.