text_original: Sir Basil held up his fleshless hand. "There is no death! Change, yes; but no permanent blotting out of consciousness. Can't you see the horror of it as nature works?
text_transcription: SIR BASIL HELD UP HIS FLESHLESS HAND THERE IS NO DEATH CHANGE YES BUT NO PERMANENT BLOTTING OUT OF CONSCIOUSNESS CAN'T YOU SEE THE HORROR OF IT AS NATURE WORKS
phonemes: sˌɜː bˈeɪzəl hˈɛld ˌʌp hɪz flˈɛʃləs hˈænd. "ðɛɹ ɪz nˈoʊ dˈɛθ! tʃˈeɪndʒ, jˈɛs; bˌʌt nˈoʊ pˈɜːmənənt blˈɑːɾɪŋ ˌaʊɾəv kˈɑːnʃəsnəs. kˈænt juː sˈiː ðə hˈɔɹɚɹ ʌv ɪɾ æz nˈeɪtʃɚ wˈɜːks?