text_original: "Who are you?" Her throaty, vibrant voice was a thing of the flesh, whipping Hale's senses to sudden madness. "I'm Hale Oakham," he said, a little tremulously, "a lone, would be scientist knocking about the jungle. Won't you tell me your name?"
text_transcription: WHO ARE YOU HER THROATY VIBRANT VOICE WAS A THING OF THE FLESH WHIPPING HALE'S SENSES TO SUDDEN MADNESS I'M HALE OAKUM HE SAID A LITTLE TREMULOUSLY ALONE WOULD BE SCIENTISTS KNOCKING ABOUT THE JUNGLE OR WON'T YOU TELL ME YOUR NAME
phonemes: "hˈuː ɑːɹ juː?" hɜː θɹˈoʊɾi, vˈaɪbɹənt vˈɔɪs wʌzɐ θˈɪŋ ʌvðə flˈɛʃ, wˈɪpɪŋ hˈeɪlz sˈɛnsᵻz tə sˈʌdən mˈædnəs. "aɪm hˈeɪl ˈoʊkæm," hiː sˈɛd, ɐ lˈɪɾəl tɹˈɛmjʊləsli, "ɐ lˈoʊn, wʊd biː sˈaɪəntɪst nˈɑːkɪŋ ɐbˌaʊt ðə dʒˈʌŋɡəl. woʊnt juː tˈɛl mˌiː jʊɹ nˈeɪm?"