text_original: "These people talk in music, and, as far as I can see or hear, their opinion of us, or, at least, of you, is distinctly flattering. I don't know what they take _me_ for, and I don't care, but as we'd better make friends with them suppose you sing them 'Home, Sweet Home,' or the 'Swanee River.' I shouldn't wonder if they consider our talking voices most horrible discords, so you might as well give them something different." While he was speaking the sounds about them suddenly hushed, and, as Redgrave said afterwards, it was something like the silence that follows a cannon shot.
text_transcription: THESE PEOPLE TALK IN MUSIC AND AS FAR AS I CAN SEE OR HEAR THEIR OPINION OF US OR AT LEAST OF YOU IS DISTINCTLY FLATTERING I DON'T KNOW WHAT THEY TAKE ME FOR AND I DON'T CARE BUT AS WE'D BETTER MAKE FRIENDS WITH THEM SUPPOSE YOU SING THEM HOME SWEET HOME OR THE SWANNY RIVER I SHOULDN'T WONDER IF THEY CONSIDER OUR TALKING VOICES MOST HORRIBLE DISCORD SO YOU MIGHT AS WELL GIVE THEM SOMETHING DIFFERENT WHILE HE WAS SPEAKING THE SOUNDS ABOUT THEM SUDDENLY HUSHED AND AS REDGREVE SAID AFTERWARDS IT WAS SOMETHING LIKE THE SILENCE THAT FOLLOWS A CANNON SHOT
phonemes: "ðiːz pˈiːpəl tˈɔːk ɪn mjˈuːzɪk, ænd, æz fˈɑːɹ æz aɪ kæn sˈiː ɔːɹ hˈɪɹ, ðɛɹ əpˈɪniən ʌv ˌʌs, ɔːɹ, æt lˈiːst, ʌv juː, ɪz dɪstˈɪŋktli flˈæɾɚɹɪŋ. aɪ dˈoʊnt nˈoʊ wʌt ðeɪ tˈeɪk mˌiː fɔːɹ, ænd aɪ dˈoʊnt kˈɛɹ, bˌʌt æz wiːd bˈɛɾɚ mˌeɪk fɹˈɛndz wɪð ðˌɛm səpˈoʊz juː sˈɪŋ ðˌɛm hˈoʊm, swˈiːt hˈoʊm,ɔːɹ ðə swˈæniː ɹˈɪvɚ.aɪ ʃˌʊdənt wˈʌndɚ ɪf ðeɪ kənsˈɪdɚɹ ˌaʊɚ tˈɔːkɪŋ vˈɔɪsᵻz mˈoʊst hˈɔːɹɪbəl dˈɪskɔːɹdz, sˌoʊ juː mˌaɪt æz wˈɛl ɡˈɪv ðˌɛm sˈʌmθɪŋ dˈɪfɹənt." wˌaɪl hiː wʌz spˈiːkɪŋ ðə sˈaʊndz ɐbˌaʊt ðˌɛm sˈʌdənli hˈʌʃt, ænd, æz ɹˈɛdɡɹeɪv sˈɛd ˈæftɚwɚdz, ɪt wʌz sˈʌmθɪŋ lˈaɪk ðə sˈaɪləns ðæt fˈɑːloʊz ɐ kˈænən ʃˈɑːt.