text_original: "Well," said Zaidie, looking up from her telescope, "it's quite certain that the glare must come from underneath. It can't be sunlight, because the poor old Sun doesn't seem to have strength enough to make a decent sunset or sunrise here, and look how it's running along to the westward! What does that mean, do you think?"
text_transcription: WELL SAID ZADIE LOOKING UP FROM HER TELESCOPE IT'S QUITE CERTAIN THAT THE GLARE MUST COME FROM UNDERNEATH IT CAN'T BE SUNLIGHT BECAUSE THE POOR OLD SUN DOESN'T SEEM TO HAVE STRENGTH ENOUGH TO MAKE A DECENT SUNSET OR SUNRISE HERE AND LOOK HOW IT'S RUNNING ALONG TO THE WESTWARD WHAT DOES THAT MEAN DO YOU THINK
phonemes: "wˈɛl," sˈɛd zˈeɪdi, lˈʊkɪŋ ˌʌp fɹʌm hɜː tˈɛlᵻskˌoʊp, "ɪts kwˈaɪt sˈɜːʔn̩ ðætðə ɡlˈɛɹ mˈʌst kˈʌm fɹʌm ˌʌndɚnˈiːθ. ɪt kˈænt biː sˈʌnlaɪt, bɪkˈʌz ðə pˈʊɹ ˈoʊld sˈʌn dˈʌzənt sˈiːm tə hæv stɹˈɛŋθ ɪnˈʌf tə mˌeɪk ɐ dˈiːsənt sˈʌnsɛt ɔːɹ sˈʌnɹaɪz hˈɪɹ, ænd lˈʊk hˌaʊ ɪts ɹˈʌnɪŋ ɐlˈɔŋ tə ðə wˈɛstwɚd! wˌʌt dˈʌz ðæt mˈiːn, dˈuː juː θˈɪŋk?"