text_original: Besenval, also in flight towards Infinite Space, but hovering a little at Versailles, was addressing his Majesty personally for an Order about post horses; when, lo, "the Valet in waiting places himself familiarly between his Majesty and me," stretching out his rascal neck to learn what it was!
text_transcription: BESINVAL ALSO IN FLIGHT TOWARDS INFINITE SPACE BUT HOVERING A LITTLE AT VERSAILLES WAS ADDRESSING HIS MAJESTY PERSONALLY FOR AN ORDER ABOUT POST HORSES WHEN LO THE VALET IN WAITING PLACES HIMSELF FAMILIARLY BETWEEN HIS MAJESTY AND ME STRETCHING OUT HIS RASCAL NECK TO LEARN WHAT IT WAS
phonemes: bᵻsˈɛnvəl, ˈɔːlsoʊ ɪn flˈaɪt təwˈɔːɹdz ˈɪnfɪnət spˈeɪs, bˌʌt hˈʌvɚɹɪŋ ɐ lˈɪɾəl æt vˈɜːseɪlz, wʌz ɐdɹˈɛsɪŋ hɪz mˈædʒᵻsti pˈɜːsənəli fɚɹən ˈɔːɹdɚɹ ɐbˌaʊt pˈoʊst hˈɔːɹsᵻz; wˌɛn, lˈoʊ, "ðə vælˈeɪ ɪn wˈeɪɾɪŋ plˈeɪsᵻz hɪmsˈɛlf fəmˈɪlɪɹli bᵻtwˌiːn hɪz mˈædʒᵻsti ænd mˌiː," stɹˈɛtʃɪŋ ˈaʊt hɪz ɹˈæskəl nˈɛk tə lˈɜːn wʌt ɪt wˈʌz!