text_original: "I thought so," said Redgrave, as he raised his own glass, and bowed gravely towards them. "This is our nearest approach to nectar, and they seem to recognise it."
text_transcription: I THOUGHT SO SAID REDGRAVE AS HE RAISED HIS OWN GLASS AND BOWED GRAVELY TOWARDS THEM THIS IS OUR NEAREST APPROACH NECTAR AND THEY SEEM TO RECOGNIZE IT
phonemes: "aɪ θˈɔːt sˈoʊ," sˈɛd ɹˈɛdɡɹeɪv, æz hiː ɹˈeɪzd hɪz ˈoʊn ɡlˈæs, ænd bˈaʊd ɡɹˈeɪvli təwˈɔːɹdz ðˌɛm. "ðɪs ɪz ˌaʊɚ nˌɪɹɪst ɐpɹˈoʊtʃ tə nˈɛktɚ, ænd ðeɪ sˈiːm tə ɹˈɛkəɡnˌaɪz ɪt."