text_original: We are all growing old; even you, Vera, though you have not begun to think about it. I didn't till I was thirty. As we sit at this table and laugh and amuse ourselves, the sands are falling, falling, falling  they never stop!
text_transcription: WE ARE ALL GROWING OLD EVEN YOU VERA THOUGH YOU HAVE NOT BEGUN TO THINK ABOUT IT I DIDN'T TILL I WAS THIRTY AS WE SIT AT THIS TABLE AND LAUGH AND AMUSE OURSELVES THE SANDS ARE FALLING FALLING FALLING THEY NEVER STOP
phonemes: wiː ɑːɹ ˈɔːl ɡɹˈoʊɪŋ ˈoʊld; ˈiːvən juː, vˈiəɹə, ðˌoʊ juː hɐvnˌɑːt bɪɡˈʌn tə θˈɪŋk ɐbˈaʊt ɪt. aɪ dˈɪdnt tˈɪl aɪ wʌz θˈɜːɾi. æz wiː sˈɪt æt ðɪs tˈeɪbəl ænd lˈæf ænd ɐmjˈuːz aʊɚsˈɛlvz, ðə sˈændz ɑːɹ fˈɔːlɪŋ, fˈɔːlɪŋ, fˈɔːlɪŋ ðeɪ nˈɛvɚ stˈɑːp!