text_original: This brief epistle was handed to Mrs. Turchill just as she was sitting down to luncheon. Her first idea was to strike. 152 Aspliodet. Her son might have brought home half a dozen of his bachelor friends, and it would have been a pleasure to her to kill fatted calves and put out expensive wines.
text_transcription: THIS BRIEF EPISTLE WAS HANDED TO MISSUS CHURCHILL JUST AS SHE WAS SITTING DOWN TO LUNCHEON HER FIRST IDEA WAS TO STRIKE HER SON MIGHT HAVE BROUGHT HOME HALF A DOZEN OF HIS BACHELOR FRIENDS AND IT WOULD HAVE BEEN A PLEASURE TO HER TO KILL FATTED CALVES AND PUT OUT EXPENSIVE WINES
phonemes: ðɪs bɹˈiːf ᵻpˈɪsəl wʌz hˈændᵻd tə mˈɪsɪz. tˈɜːtʃɪl dʒˈʌst æz ʃiː wʌz sˈɪɾɪŋ dˌaʊn tə lˈʌntʃən. hɜː fˈɜːst aɪdˈiə wʌz tə stɹˈaɪk. wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd fˈɪfti tˈuː ɐsplɪˈɑːdɪt. hɜː sˈʌn mˌaɪthɐv bɹˈɔːt hˈoʊm hˈæf ɐ dˈʌzən ʌv hɪz bˈætʃəlɚ fɹˈɛndz, ænd ɪt wʊdhɐv bˌɪn ɐ plˈɛʒɚ tə hɜː tə kˈɪl fˈæɾᵻd kˈævz ænd pˌʊt ˈaʊt ɛkspˈɛnsɪv wˈaɪnz.