text_original: * * * * * Have you ever sat by the fire indoors, when the ground has been covered with snow, and the sky grey and heavy, till you have been "absolutely _perished_ with the cold," and then someone has come and dragged you out (or, if you have wonderfully uncommon sense, you have dragged yourself out), and plunged right into it—a shrivelled up martyr!
text_transcription: HAVE YOU EVER SAT BY THE FIRE INDOORS WHEN THE GROUND HAS BEEN COVERED WITH SNOW AND THE SKY GREY AND HEAVY TILL YOU HAVE BEEN ABSOLUTELY PERISHED WITH THE COLD AND THEN SOME ONE HAS COME AND DRAGGED YOU OUT OR IF YOU HAVE WONDERFULLY UNCOMMON SENSE YOU HAVE DRAGGED YOURSELF OUT AND PLUNGED RIGHT INTO IT A SHRIVELLED UP MARTYR
phonemes: ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk hæv juː ˈɛvɚ sˈæt baɪ ðə fˈaɪɚɹ ɪndˈɔːɹz, wˌɛn ðə ɡɹˈaʊnd hˈæzbiːn kˈʌvɚd wɪð snˈoʊ, ænd ðə skˈaɪ ɡɹˈeɪ ænd hˈɛvi, tˈɪl juː hɐvbɪn "ˌæbsəlˈuːtli pˈɛɹɪʃt wɪððə kˈoʊld," ænd ðˈɛn sˈʌmwʌn hɐz kˈʌm ænd dɹˈæɡd juː ˈaʊt (ɔːɹ, ɪf juː hæv wˈʌndɚfəli ʌŋkˈɑːmən sˈɛns, juː hæv dɹˈæɡd jɔːɹsˈɛlf ˈaʊt), ænd plˈʌndʒd ɹˈaɪt ˌɪntʊ ɪt—ɐ ʃɹˈɪvəld ˌʌp mˈɑːɹɾɚ!