text_original: 'My dear mother,' he exclaimed, turning himself about to survey her, ' to my eye — which may be no better than Deborah's — that lace arrangement which you call a cap appears mathe  matically exact, as precise as your own straight, honest mind.
text_transcription: MY DEAR MOTHER HE EXCLAIMED TURNING HIMSELF ABOUT TO SURVEY HER TO MY EYE WHICH MAY BE NO BETTER THAN DEBORAH'S THAT LACE ARRANGEMENT WHICH YOU CALL A CAP APPEARS MATHEMATICALLY EXACT AS PRECISE AS YOUR OWN STRAIGHT HONEST MIND
phonemes: maɪ dˈɪɹ mˈʌðɚ,hiː ɛksklˈeɪmd, tˈɜːnɪŋ hɪmsˈɛlf ɐbˌaʊt tə sɚvˈeɪ hɜː, tə maɪ ˈaɪ — wˌɪtʃ mˈeɪ biː nˈoʊ bˈɛɾɚ ðɐn dˈɛbɚɹəz — ðæt lˈeɪs ɚɹˈeɪndʒmənt wˌɪtʃ juː kˈɔːl ɐ kˈæp ɐpˈɪɹz mˈeɪð mˈæɾɪkli ɛɡzˈækt, æz pɹɪsˈaɪs æz jʊɹ ˈoʊn stɹˈeɪt, ˈɑːnɪst mˈaɪnd.