text_original: "Do you remember as we were leaving the Earth, how bright the mountain ranges looked; how plainly we could see the Rockies and the Andes?" "Oh, yes, I see; they're mountains; thirty seven miles high, some of them, they say; and the rest of the silver grey will be clouds, I suppose. Fancy living under clouds like those."
text_transcription: DO YOU REMEMBER AS WE WERE LEAVING THE EARTH HOW BRIGHT THE MOUNTAIN RANGES LOOKED HOW PLAINLY WE COULD SEE THE ROCKIES AND THE ANDES OH YES I SEE THEY'RE MOUNTAINS THIRTY SEVEN MILES HIGH SOME OF THEM THEY SAY AND THE REST OF THE SILVER GREY WILL BE CLOUDS I SUPPOSE FANCY LIVING UNDER CLOUDS LIKE THOSE
phonemes: "dˈuː juː ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚɹ æz wiː wɜː lˈiːvɪŋ ðɪ ˈɜːθ, hˌaʊ bɹˈaɪt ðə mˈaʊntɪn ɹˈeɪndʒᵻz lˈʊkt; hˌaʊ plˈeɪnli wiː kʊd sˈiː ðə ɹˈɑːkiz ænd ðɪ ˈændiːz?" "ˈoʊ, jˈɛs, aɪ sˈiː; ðeɪɚ mˈaʊntɪnz; θˈɜːɾi sˈɛvən mˈaɪlz hˈaɪ, sˌʌm ʌv ðˌɛm, ðeɪ sˈeɪ; ænd ðə ɹˈɛst ʌvðə sˈɪlvɚ ɡɹˈeɪ wɪl biː klˈaʊdz, aɪ səpˈoʊz. fˈænsi lˈɪvɪŋ ˌʌndɚ klˈaʊdz lˈaɪk ðˈoʊz."