text_original: "Well, Caspar," calmly rejoined the philosopher, "you appear to be confident enough; though I can't guess what you are driving at. You know this hideous precipice is at no point less than a hundred yards in sheer height?"
text_transcription: WELL KASPAR CALMLY REJOINED THE PHILOSOPHER YOU APPEAR TO BE CONFIDENT ENOUGH THOUGH I CAN'T GUESS WHAT YOU ARE DRIVING AT YOU KNOW THIS HIDEOUS PRECIPICE IS AT NO POINT LESS THAN A HUNDRED YARDS IN SHEER HEIGHT
phonemes: "wˈɛl, kˈæspɑːɹ," kˈɑːmli ɹᵻdʒˈɔɪnd ðə fɪlˈɑːsəfɚ, "juː ɐpˈɪɹ təbi kˈɑːnfɪdənt ɪnˈʌf; ðˌoʊ aɪ kˈænt ɡˈɛs wʌt juː ɑːɹ dɹˈaɪvɪŋ æt. juː nˈoʊ ðɪs hˈɪdiəs pɹˈɛsᵻpˌɪs ɪz æt nˈoʊ pˈɔɪnt lˈɛs ðˌænə hˈʌndɹɪd jˈɑːɹdz ɪn ʃˈɪɹ hˈaɪt?"