text_original: ' A quarter to seven,' said Gerald, stealing a glance at a little ^Love is a Thing, as any Spirit, Free! 159 effeminate watch. ' Don't you think it is time we should descend from this Shakespearian empyrean to common earth ?' This was the signal for a general move. The heavy, com  fortable looking old carriage horses had been walked up and down in shady places, while the portly coachman dozed on his box, and the more vivacious footman execrated the flies.
text_transcription: A QUARTER TO SEVEN SAID GERALD STEALING A GLANCE AT A LITTLE EFFEMINATE WATCH DON'T YOU THINK IT IS TIME WE SHOULD DESCEND FROM THIS SHAKESPEARIAN EMPIREAN TO COMMON EARTH THIS WAS THE SIGNAL FOR A GENERAL MOVE THE HEAVY COMFORTABLE LOOKING OLD CARRIAGE HORSES HAD BEEN WALKED UP AND DOWN IN SHADY PLACES WHILE THE PORTLY COACHMAN DOZED ON HIS BOX AND THE MORE VIVACIOUS FOOTMAN EXECRATED THE PLIES
phonemes: ɐ kwˈɔːɹɾɚ tə sˈɛvən,sˈɛd dʒˈɛɹəld, stˈiːlɪŋ ɐ ɡlˈæns æɾə lˈɪɾəl lˈʌv ɪz ɐ θˈɪŋ, æz ˌɛni spˈɪɹɪt, fɹˈiː! wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd fˈɪfti nˈaɪn ɛfˈɛmᵻnˌeɪt wˈɑːtʃ. dˈoʊnt juː θˈɪŋk ɪɾ ɪz tˈaɪm wiː ʃˌʊd dᵻsˈɛnd fɹʌm ðɪs ʃeɪkspˈɪɹiən ɛmpˈɪɹiən tə kˈɑːmən ˈɜːθ ?ðɪs wʌzðə sˈɪɡnəl fɚɹə dʒˈɛnɚɹəl mˈuːv. ðə hˈɛvi, kˈɑːm fˈɔːɹɾəbəl lˈʊkɪŋ ˈoʊld kˈæɹɪdʒ hˈɔːɹsᵻz hɐdbɪn wˈɔːkt ˌʌp ænd dˌaʊn ɪn ʃˈeɪdi plˈeɪsᵻz, wˌaɪl ðə pˈɔːɹtli kˈoʊtʃmən dˈoʊzd ˌɔn hɪz bˈɑːks, ænd ðə mˈɔːɹ vɪvˈeɪʃəs fˈʊtmən ˈɛksɪkɹˌeɪɾᵻd ðə flˈaɪz.