text_original: cried Daphne contemptuously. ' Do you suppose a stiff necked thing like that, with a stalk a quarter of an inch in diameter, could turn and twist from east to west every day, without wring  ing its head off ? The idea is obviously absurd. What lovely old walnut trees !' she exclaimed, looking across the lawn. 'Cen  turies upon centuries old, are they not ?' ' I believe they were planted soon after George the Third came to the throne.'
text_transcription: CRIED DAPHNE CONTEMPTUOUSLY DO YOU SUPPOSE A STIFF NECKED THING LIKE THAT WITH A STALK A QUARTER OF AN INCH IN DIAMETER COULD TURN AND TWIST FROM EAST TO WEST EVERY DAY WITHOUT WRINGING ITS HEAD OFF THE IDEA IS OBVIOUSLY ABSURD WHAT LOVELY OLD WALNUT TREES SHE EXCLAIMED LOOKING ACROSS THE LAWN CENTURIES UPON CENTURIES OLD ARE THEY NOT I BELIEVE THEY WERE PLANTED SOON AFTER GEORGE THE THIRD CAME TO THE THRONE
phonemes: kɹˈaɪd dˈæfni kəntˈɛmptʃuːəsli. dˈuː juː səpˈoʊz ɐ stˈɪf nˈɛkt θˈɪŋ lˈaɪk ðˈæt, wɪð ɐ stˈɔːk ɐ kwˈɔːɹɾɚɹ əvən ˈɪntʃ ɪn daɪˈæmɪɾɚ, kʊd tˈɜːn ænd twˈɪst fɹʌm ˈiːst tə wˈɛst ˈɛvɹi dˈeɪ, wɪðˌaʊt ɹˈɪŋ ˈɪŋ ɪts hˈɛd ˈɔf ? ðɪ aɪdˈiə ɪz ˈɑːbviəsli ɐbsˈɜːd. wˌʌt lˈʌvli ˈoʊld wˈɔːlnʌt tɹˈiːz !ʃiː ɛksklˈeɪmd, lˈʊkɪŋ əkɹˌɑːs ðə lˈɔːn. sˈɛn tˈʌɹiz əpˌɑːn sˈɛntʃɚɹiz ˈoʊld, ɑːɹ ðeɪ nˈɑːt ?aɪ bᵻlˈiːv ðeɪ wɜː plˈæntᵻd sˈuːn ˈæftɚ dʒˈɔːɹdʒ ðə θˈɜːd kˈeɪm tə ðə θɹˈoʊn.