text_original: "It is the week after this," said David, consulting the calendar. "Then I can arrange to get in from my trip in time for the Friday night service." "What do you think of Rabbi Barthold?" asked David. "Isn't he a magnificent old fellow?" Marion stroked his mustache thoughtfully.
text_transcription: IT IS THE WEEK AFTER THIS SAID DAVID CONSULTING THE CALENDAR THEN I CAN ARRANGE TO GET IN FROM MY TRIP IN TIME FOR FRIDAY NIGHT SERVICE WHAT DO YOU THINK OF RABBI BARHOLD ASKED DAVID ISN'T HE A MAGNIFICENT OLD FELLOW MARIAN STRUCK HIS MUSTACHE THOUGHTFULLY
phonemes: "ɪɾ ɪz ðə wˈiːk ˈæftɚ ðˈɪs," sˈɛd dˈeɪvɪd, kənsˈʌltɪŋ ðə kˈæləndɚ. "ðˈɛn aɪ kæn ɚɹˈeɪndʒ tə ɡɛt ɪn fɹʌm maɪ tɹˈɪp ɪn tˈaɪm fɚðə fɹˈaɪdeɪ nˈaɪt sˈɜːvɪs." "wˌʌt dˈuː juː θˈɪŋk ʌv ɹˈæbaɪ bˈɑːɹthoʊld?" ˈæskt dˈeɪvɪd. "ˌɪzənt hiː ɐ mæɡnˈɪfɪsənt ˈoʊld fˈɛloʊ?" mˈæɹiən stɹˈoʊkt hɪz mˈʌstæʃ θˈɔːtfəli.