text_original: A house without sweet human litter, without the trace of many varying tastes and occupations, without the trail of friends who perhaps have no sense of beauty but who love to give, without the scars of use, and the dust of running feet  what is it but a meatless shell!
text_transcription: A HOUSE WITHOUT SWEET HUMAN LITTER WITHOUT THE TRACE OF MANY VARYING TASTES AND OCCUPATIONS WITHOUT THE TRIAL OF FRIENDS WHO PERHAPS HAVE NO SENSE OF BEAUTY BUT WHO LOVE TO GIVE WITHOUT THE SCARS OF USE AND THE DUST OF RUNNING FEET WHAT IS IT BUT A MEATLESS SHELL
phonemes: ɐ hˈaʊs wɪðˌaʊt swˈiːt hjˈuːmən lˈɪɾɚ, wɪðˌaʊt ðə tɹˈeɪs ʌv mˈɛni vˈɛɹiɪŋ tˈeɪsts ænd ˌɑːkjʊpˈeɪʃənz, wɪðˌaʊt ðə tɹˈeɪl ʌv fɹˈɛndz hˌuː pɚhˈæps hæv nˈoʊ sˈɛns ʌv bjˈuːɾi bˌʌt hˌuː lˈʌv tə ɡˈɪv, wɪðˌaʊt ðə skˈɑːɹz ʌv jˈuːs, ænd ðə dˈʌst ʌv ɹˈʌnɪŋ fˈiːt wʌt ɪz ɪt bˌʌt ɐ mˈiːtləs ʃˈɛl!