text_original: One day I watched a man very leisurely inspecting a thistle in a meadow by the weir, and then, with a deliberation that was most restful to a harried, hustled, war time Londoner, he tenderly and carefully cut it off near the ground with a scythe.
text_transcription: ONE DAY I WATCHED A MAN VERY LEISURELY INSPECTING A THISTLE IN A MEADOW BY THE WEIR AND THEN WITH A DELIBERATION THAT WAS MOST RESTFUL TO A HARRIED HUSTLED WAR TIME LONDONER HE TENDERLY AND CAREFULLY CUT IT OFF NEAR THE GROUND WITH A SCYTHE
phonemes: wˈʌn dˈeɪ aɪ wˈɑːtʃt ɐ mˈæn vˈɛɹi lˈiːʒɚli ɪnspˈɛktɪŋ ɐ θˈɪsəl ɪn ɐ mˈɛdoʊ baɪ ðə wˈɪɹ, ænd ðˈɛn, wɪð ɐ dᵻlˌɪbɚɹˈeɪʃən ðæt wʌz mˈoʊst ɹˈɛstfəl tʊ ɐ hˈæɹid, hˈʌsəld, wˈɔːɹ tˈaɪm lˈʌndənɚ, hiː tˈɛndɚli ænd kˈɛɹfəli kˈʌt ɪɾ ˈɔf nˌɪɹ ðə ɡɹˈaʊnd wɪð ɐ sˈaɪð.