text_original: Stage two was about to begin, and this time there would be no temporizing. The Prophet glared angrily across the desk top. "Do you take me for a child? You have shown me nothing. Where are the protoplasm vats? The brain machines? Where are the bodies assembled? I warned you against trickery, Han Merrick!" Merrick glanced across the room at his wife. She sat rigid in her chair, her face a pale mask. He would get no help from her.
text_transcription: STAGE TOO WAS ABOUT TO BEGIN AND THIS TIME THERE WOULD BE NO TEMPORIZING THE PROPHET GLARED ANGRILY ACROSS THE DESK TOP DO YOU TAKE ME FOR A CHILD YOU HAVE SHOWN ME NOTHING WHERE ARE THE PROTOPLASM VATS THE BRAIN MACHINES WHERE ARE THE BODIES ASSEMBLED I WARNED YOU AGAINST TRICKERY HAN MERRICK MAREK GLANCED ACROSS THE ROOM AT HIS WIFE SHE SAT RIGID IN HER CHAIR HER FACE A PALE MASK HE WOULD GET NO HELP FROM HER
phonemes: stˈeɪdʒ tˈuː wʌz ɐbˌaʊt tə bɪɡˈɪn, ænd ðɪs tˈaɪm ðɛɹ wʊd biː nˈoʊ tˈɛmpɚɹˌaɪzɪŋ. ðə pɹˈɑːfɪt ɡlˈɛɹd ˈæŋɡɹili əkɹˌɑːs ðə dˈɛsk tˈɑːp. "dˈuː juː tˈeɪk mˌiː fɚɹə tʃˈaɪld? juː hæv ʃˈoʊn mˌiː nˈʌθɪŋ. wˌɛɹ ɑːɹ ðə pɹˈoʊɾoʊplˌæzəm vˈæts? ðə bɹˈeɪn məʃˈiːnz? wˌɛɹ ɑːɹ ðə bˈɑːdiz ɐsˈɛmbəld? aɪ wˈɔːɹnd juː ɐɡˈɛnst tɹˈɪkɚɹi, hˈæn mˈɛɹɪk!" mˈɛɹɪk ɡlˈænst əkɹˌɑːs ðə ɹˈuːm æt hɪz wˈaɪf. ʃiː sˈæt ɹˈɪdʒɪd ɪn hɜː tʃˈɛɹ, hɜː fˈeɪs ɐ pˈeɪl mˈæsk. hiː wʊd ɡɛt nˈoʊ hˈɛlp fɹʌm hɜː.