text_original: Not many of this girl's type." Katie wanted to chuckle. But suddenly the unborn chuckle dissolved into a sea of awe. Thoughts and smoke seemed circling around Wayne together; and perhaps the blue rim of it all was dreams. His face was not what one would expect the face of a man engaged in making warfare more deadly to be as he murmured, not to Katie but to the thin outer rim, softly, as to rims barely material: "And more than that  a woman."
text_transcription: NOT MANY OF THIS GIRL'S TYPE KATY WANTED TO CHUCKLE BUT SUDDENLY THE UNBORN CHUCKLE DISSOLVED INTO A SEA OF AWE THOUGHTS AND SMOKE SEEMED CIRCLING AROUND WAIN TOGETHER AND PERHAPS THE BLUE BRIM OF IT ALL WAS DREAMS HIS FACE WAS NOT WHAT ONE WOULD EXPECT THE FACE OF A MAN ENGAGED IN MAKING WARFARE MORE DEADLY TO BE AS HE MURMURED NOT TO KATY BUT TO THE THIN OUTER RIM SOFTLY AS TO RIMS BARELY MATERIAL AND MORE THAN THAT A WOMAN
phonemes: nˌɑːt mˈɛnɪəv ðɪs ɡˈɜːlz tˈaɪp." kˈeɪɾi wˈɔntᵻd tə tʃˈʌkəl. bˌʌt sˈʌdənli ðɪ ʌnbˈɔːɹn tʃˈʌkəl dɪsˈɑːlvd ˌɪntʊ ɐ sˈiː ʌv ˈɔː. θˈɔːts ænd smˈoʊk sˈiːmd sˈɜːklɪŋ ɚɹˈaʊnd wˈeɪn təɡˈɛðɚ; ænd pɚhˈæps ðə blˈuː ɹˈɪm ʌv ɪɾ ˈɔːl wʌz dɹˈiːmz. hɪz fˈeɪs wʌz nˌɑːt wʌt wˈʌn wʊd ɛkspˈɛkt ðə fˈeɪs əvə mˈæn ɛŋɡˈeɪdʒd ɪn mˌeɪkɪŋ wˈɔːɹfɛɹ mˈɔːɹ dˈɛdli təbi æz hiː mˈɜːmɚd, nˌɑːt tə kˈeɪɾi bˌʌt tə ðə θˈɪn ˈaʊɾɚ ɹˈɪm, sˈɔftli, æz tə ɹˈɪmz bˈɛɹli mətˈɪɹiəl: "ænd mˈɔːɹ ðɐn ðˌæɾə wˈʊmən."