text_original: Hale stiffened suddenly. "I understand. No life could survive these vibrations of destruction? Through every corner of the earth where life lurks, they would reach?" "Yes!" cried Sir Basil. "There would be not a blade of grass, not a living spore, not a hidden egg! Think of it, Oakham! No more would the clean air and the sweet earth reek with life, and at last the ultimate mind electron would be released forever."
text_transcription: HALE STIFFENED SUDDENLY I UNDERSTAND NO LIFE COULD SURVIVE THESE VIBRATIONS OF DESTRUCTION THROUGH EVERY CORNER OF THE EARTH WHERE LIFE LURKS THEY WOULD REACH YES CRIED SIR BASIL THERE WOULD BE NOT A BLADE OF GRASS NOT A LIVING SPOOR NOT A HIDDEN EGG THINK OF IT OAKHAM NO MORE WOULD THE CLEAN AIR AND SWEET EARTH REEK WITH LIFE AND AT LAST THE ULTIMATE MIND ELECTRON WOULD BE RELEASED FOR EVER
phonemes: hˈeɪl stˈɪfənd sˈʌdənli. "aɪ ˌʌndɚstˈænd. nˈoʊ lˈaɪf kʊd sɚvˈaɪv ðiːz vˌaɪbɹˈeɪʃənz ʌv dᵻstɹˈʌkʃən? θɹuː ˈɛvɹi kˈɔːɹnɚɹ ʌvðɪ ˈɜːθ wˌɛɹ lˈaɪf lˈɜːks, ðeɪ wʊd ɹˈiːtʃ?" "jˈɛs!" kɹˈaɪd sˌɜː bˈeɪzəl. "ðɛɹ wʊd biː nˌɑːɾə blˈeɪd ʌv ɡɹˈæs, nˌɑːɾə lˈɪvɪŋ spˈɔːɹ, nˌɑːɾə hˈɪdən ˈɛɡ! θˈɪŋk ʌv ɪt, ˈoʊkæm! nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ wʊd ðə klˈiːn ˈɛɹ ænd ðə swˈiːt ˈɜːθ ɹˈiːk wɪð lˈaɪf, ænd æt lˈæst ðɪ ˈʌltᵻmət mˈaɪnd ᵻlˈɛktɹɑːn wʊd biː ɹᵻlˈiːst fɚɹˈɛvɚ."