text_original: Hence, there was a series of constantly recurring blanks to mar what would otherwise have been a life of unsullied joyousness; and at such times of depression cook darkly hinted that punching tram tickets and ordering people to "move up a little on that side, please," would be a deliriously exhilarating occupation compared with the monotony of cake making for nobody knows who!
text_transcription: HENCE THERE WAS A SERIES OF CONSTANTLY RECURRING BLANKS TO MAR WHAT WOULD OTHERWISE HAVE BEEN A LIFE OF UNSULLIED JOYOUSNESS AND AT SUCH TIMES OF DEPRESSION COOK DARKLY HINTED THAT PUNCHING TRAM TICKETS AND ORDERING PEOPLE TO MOVE UP A LITTLE ON THAT SIDE PLEASE WOULD BE A DELIRIOUSLY EXHILARATING OCCUPATION COMPARED WITH THE MONOTONY OF CAKE MAKING FOR NOBODY KNOWS WHO
phonemes: hˈɛns, ðɛɹwˌʌz ɐ sˈɪɹiz ʌv kˈɑːnstəntli ɹᵻkˈɜːɹɪŋ blˈæŋks tə mˈɑːɹ wʌt wʊd ˈʌðɚwˌaɪz hɐvbɪn ɐ lˈaɪf ʌv ʌnsˈʌlid dʒˈɔɪəsnəs; ænd æt sˈʌtʃ tˈaɪmz ʌv dᵻpɹˈɛʃən kˈʊk dˈɑːɹkli hˈɪntᵻd ðæt pˈʌntʃɪŋ tɹˈæm tˈɪkɪts ænd ˈɔːɹdɚɹɪŋ pˈiːpəl tuː "mˈuːv ˌʌp ɐ lˈɪɾəl ˌɔn ðæt sˈaɪd, plˈiːz," wʊd biː ɐ dᵻlˈɪɹiəsli ɛɡzˈɪlɐɹəɾɪŋ ˌɑːkjʊpˈeɪʃən kəmpˈɛɹd wɪððə mənˈɑːtəni ʌv kˈeɪk mˌeɪkɪŋ fɔːɹ nˈoʊbɑːdi nˈoʊz hˈuː!