text_original: "When I have finished my mission, no more need we be slaves of the dust, subject to all the frightful sufferings of this dunghill of flesh." He brought his fist down upon his skinny leg with a resounding blow. "But you cannot reduce your theory to fact, Sir Basil!" "No?"
text_transcription: WHEN I HAVE FINISHED MY MISSION NO MORE NEED WE BE SLAVED OF THE DUST SUBJECT TO ALL THE FRIGHTFUL SUFFERINGS OF THIS DUNG HILL OF FLESH HE BROUGHT HIS FIST DOWN UPON HIS SKINNY LEG WITH A RESOUNDING BLOW BUT YOU CANNOT REDUCE YOUR THEORY TO FACT SIR BASIL NO
phonemes: "wˌɛn aɪ hæv fˈɪnɪʃt maɪ mˈɪʃən, nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ nˈiːd wiː biː slˈeɪvz ʌvðə dˈʌst, sˈʌbdʒɛkt tʊ ˈɔːl ðə fɹˈaɪtfəl sˈʌfɚɹɪŋz ʌv ðɪs dˈʌŋhɪl ʌv flˈɛʃ." hiː bɹˈɔːt hɪz fˈɪst dˌaʊn əpˌɑːn hɪz skˈɪni lˈɛɡ wɪð ɐ ɹᵻzˈaʊndɪŋ blˈoʊ. "bˌʌt juː kænˈɑːt ɹᵻdˈuːs jʊɹ θˈiəɹi tə fˈækt, sˌɜː bˈeɪzəl!" "nˈoʊ?"