text_original: "Come along, then," laughed Lenox, as he turned back towards the vessel. "That's just like a woman. You're about a hundred and fifty million miles away from Broadway or Regent Street. You are standing on the top of a snow mountain above the clouds of Venus, and the moment that you find the air is fit to breathe you begin thinking about dress.
text_transcription: COME ALONG THEN LAUGHED LENNOX AS HE TURNED BACK TOWARDS THE VESSEL THAT'S JUST LIKE A WOMAN YOU'RE ABOUT A HUNDRED AND FIFTY MILLION MILES AWAY FROM BROADWAY OR REGENT STREET YOU'RE STANDING ON THE TOP OF A SNOW MOUNTAIN ABOVE THE CLOUDS OF VENUS AND THE MOMENT THAT YOU FIND THE AIR IS FIT TO BREATHE YOU BEGIN THINKING ABOUT DRESS
phonemes: "kˈʌm ɐlˈɔŋ, ðˈɛn," lˈæft lˈɛnɑːks, æz hiː tˈɜːnd bˈæk təwˈɔːɹdz ðə vˈɛsəl. "ðæts dʒˈʌst lˈaɪk ɐ wˈʊmən. jʊɹ ɐbˌaʊt ɐ hˈʌndɹɪd ænd fˈɪfti mˈɪliən mˈaɪlz ɐwˈeɪ fɹʌm bɹˈɔːdweɪ ɔːɹ ɹˈiːdʒənt stɹˈiːt. juː ɑːɹ stˈændɪŋ ɔnðə tˈɑːp əvə snˈoʊ mˈaʊntɪn əbˌʌv ðə klˈaʊdz ʌv vˈiːnəs, ænd ðə mˈoʊmənt ðæt juː fˈaɪnd ðɪ ˈɛɹ ɪz fˈɪt tə bɹˈiːð juː bɪɡˈɪn θˈɪŋkɪŋ ɐbˌaʊt dɹˈɛs.