text_original: How he got there Harry never could tell. On he rushed, tearing off his clothes as he went. Off flew hat, jacket, collar and shirt, till there was nothing but trousers and tennis shoes to pitch away, as in his little clinging woven drawers only, brave Harry flung himself, fearless and dauntless, into the sea, and struck out for the round dark object, poor Alice's head, which it had taken but an instant to point out to him.
text_transcription: HOW HE GOT THERE HARRY NEVER COULD TELL ON HE RUSHED TEARING OFF HIS CLOTHES AS HE WENT OFF FLEW HAT JACKET COLLAR AND SHIRT TILL THERE WAS NOTHING BUT TROUSERS AND TENNISOES TO PITCH AWAY AS IN HIS LITTLE CLINGING WOVEN DRAWERS ONLY BRAVE HARRY FLUNG HIMSELF FEARLESS AND DAUNTLESS INTO THE SEA AND STRUCK OUT FOR THE ROUND DARK OBJECT POOR ALICE'S HEAD WHICH IT HAD TAKEN BUT AN INSTANT TO POINT OUT TO HIM
phonemes: hˌaʊ hiː ɡɑːt ðɛɹ hˈæɹi nˈɛvɚ kʊd tˈɛl. ˌɔn hiː ɹˈʌʃt, tˈɛɹɪŋ ˈɔf hɪz klˈoʊðz æz hiː wˈɛnt. ˈɔf flˈuː hˈæt, dʒˈækɪt, kˈɑːlɚɹ ænd ʃˈɜːt, tˈɪl ðɛɹwˌʌz nˈʌθɪŋ bˌʌt tɹˈaʊsɚz ænd tˈɛnɪs ʃˈuːz tə pˈɪtʃ ɐwˈeɪ, æz ɪn hɪz lˈɪɾəl klˈɪŋɪŋ wˈoʊvən dɹˈɔːɹz ˈoʊnli, bɹˈeɪv hˈæɹi flˈʌŋ hɪmsˈɛlf, fˈɪɹləs ænd dˈɔːntləs, ˌɪntʊ ðə sˈiː, ænd stɹˈʌk ˈaʊt fɚðə ɹˈaʊnd dˈɑːɹk ˈɑːbdʒɛkt, pˈʊɹ ˈælɪsᵻz hˈɛd, wˌɪtʃ ɪt hæd tˈeɪkən bˌʌt ɐn ˈɪnstənt tə pˈɔɪnt ˈaʊt tə hˌɪm.