text_original: What would Baron Yves Hyacinth Potentien de Bougainville, the son of the vice admiral, senator, and member of the _Institut_, say to day to our admirable steamships of perfect form, and charts of such minute exactitude that distant voyages appear a mere joke.
text_transcription: WHAT WOULD BARON EVE HYACINTH POTENTI AND A BOGUNVILLE THE SON OF THE VICE ADMIRAL SENATOR AND MEMBER OF THE INSTITUTE SAY TO DAY TO OUR ADMIRABLE STEAMSHIPS OF PERFECT FORM AND CHARGE OF SUCH MINUTE EXACTITUDE THAT DISTANT VOYAGES APPEAR MERE JOKE
phonemes: wˌʌt wʊd bˈæɹən ˈiːv hˈaɪɐsˌɪnθ pətˈɛnʃən də bˈaʊɡeɪnvˌɪl, ðə sˈʌn ʌvðə vˈaɪs ˈædmɜːɹəl, sˈɛnəɾɚ, ænd mˈɛmbɚɹ ʌvðɪ ˈɪnstɪtˌʌt, sˈeɪ tə dˈeɪ tʊ ˌaʊɚɹ ˈædmᵻɹəbəl stˈiːmʃɪps ʌv pˈɜːfɛkt fˈɔːɹm, ænd tʃˈɑːɹts ʌv sˈʌtʃ mˈɪnɪt ɛɡzˈæktɪtˌuːd ðæt dˈɪstənt vˈɔɪɪdʒᵻz ɐpˈɪɹ ɐ mˈɪɹ dʒˈoʊk.