text_original: "Claude is the inventor, not I. And it is good for me to be tired; to lie down with weary limbs and fall into a dreamless sleep or into a sleep where the dreams are sweet, and bring back lost things." "I should not say all this, if I were not anxious about your health," Aunt Mildred continued gravely. "You look well and brilliant at night, but your morning face sometimes frightens me; and you are woefully thin, a mere shadow.
text_transcription: CLAUD IS THE INVENTOR NOT I AND IT IS GOOD FOR ME TO BE TIRED TO LIE DOWN WITH WEARY LIMBS AND FALL INTO A DREAMLESS SLEEP OR INTO A SLEEP WHERE THE DREAMS ARE SWEET AND BRING BACK LOST THINGS I SHOULD NOT SAY ALL THIS IF I WERE NOT ANXIOUS ABOUT YOUR HEALTH AUNT MILDRED CONTINUED GRAVELY YOU LOOK WELL AND BRILLIANT AT NIGHT BUT YOUR MORNING FACE SOMETIMES FRIGHTENS ME AND YOU ARE WOFULLY THIN A MERE SHADOW
phonemes: "klˈɔːd ɪz ðɪ ɪnvˈɛntɚ, nˌɑːt ˈaɪ. ænd ɪɾ ɪz ɡˈʊd fɔːɹ mˌiː təbi tˈaɪɚd; tə lˈaɪ dˌaʊn wɪð wˈɪɹi lˈɪmz ænd fˈɔːl ˌɪntʊ ɐ dɹˈiːmləs slˈiːp ɔːɹ ˌɪntʊ ɐ slˈiːp wˌɛɹ ðə dɹˈiːmz ɑːɹ swˈiːt, ænd bɹˈɪŋ bˈæk lˈɔst θˈɪŋz." "aɪ ʃˌʊd nˌɑːt sˈeɪ ˈɔːl ðˈɪs, ɪf aɪ wɜː nˌɑːt ˈæŋʃəs ɐbˌaʊt jʊɹ hˈɛlθ," ˈænt mˈɪldɹɪd kəntˈɪnjuːd ɡɹˈeɪvli. "juː lˈʊk wˈɛl ænd bɹˈɪliənt æt nˈaɪt, bˌʌt jʊɹ mˈɔːɹnɪŋ fˈeɪs sˈʌmtaɪmz fɹˈaɪʔn̩z mˌiː; ænd juː ɑːɹ wˈoʊfəli θˈɪn, ɐ mˈɪɹ ʃˈædoʊ.