text_original: "Lenox, we must go down again," exclaimed Zaidie. "Don't you see they can't stand the light; it hurts them. Perhaps, poor dears, it's the first time they've ever been hurt in their lives. I don't believe they have any of our ideas of pain or sorrow or anything of that sort. Take us back under the clouds  quick, or we may blind them."
text_transcription: LENNOX WE MUST GO DOWN AGAIN EXCLAIMED ZATIE DON'T YOU SEE THEY CAN'T STAND THE LIGHT IT HURTS THEM PERHAPS POOR DEARS IT'S THE FIRST TIME THEY'VE EVER BEEN HURT IN THEIR LIVES I DON'T BELIEVE THEY HAVE ANY OF OUR IDEAS OF PAIN OR SORROW OR ANYTHING OF THAT SORT TAKE US BACK UNDER THE CLOUDS QUICK OR WE MAY BLIND THEM
phonemes: "lˈɛnɑːks, wiː mˈʌst ɡˌoʊ dˌaʊn ɐɡˈɛn," ɛksklˈeɪmd zˈeɪdi. "dˈoʊnt juː sˈiː ðeɪ kˈænt stˈænd ðə lˈaɪt; ɪt hˈɜːts ðˌɛm. pɚhˈæps, pˈʊɹ dˈɪɹz, ɪts ðə fˈɜːst tˈaɪm ðeɪv ˈɛvɚ bˌɪn hˈɜːt ɪn ðɛɹ lˈaɪvz. aɪ dˈoʊnt bᵻlˈiːv ðeɪ hæv ˌɛni ʌv ˌaʊɚɹ aɪdˈiəz ʌv pˈeɪn ɔːɹ sˈɑːɹoʊ ɔːɹ ˈɛnɪθˌɪŋ ʌv ðæt sˈɔːɹt. tˈeɪk ˌʌs bˈæk ˌʌndɚ ðə klˈaʊdz kwˈɪk, ɔːɹ wiː mˈeɪ blˈaɪnd ðˌɛm."