text_original: There was a letter lying on Vera's book table, a table that always stood by her armchair at one side of the monumental chimneypiece. This spot was her own, her island in that ocean of space.
text_transcription: THERE WAS A LETTER LYING ON VERA'S BOOK TABLE A TABLE THAT ALWAYS STOOD BY HER ARM CHAIR AT ONE SIDE OF THE MONUMENTAL CHIMNEY PIECE THIS SPOT WAS HER OWN HER ISLAND IN THAT OCEAN OF SPACE
phonemes: ðɛɹwˌʌz ɐ lˈɛɾɚ lˈaɪɪŋ ˌɔn vˈiəɹəz bˈʊk tˈeɪbəl, ɐ tˈeɪbəl ðæt ˈɔːlweɪz stˈʊd baɪ hɜːɹ ˈɑːɹmtʃɛɹ æt wˈʌn sˈaɪd ʌvðə mˌɑːnjuːmˈɛntəl tʃˈɪmnipˌiːs. ðɪs spˈɑːt wʌz hɜːɹ ˈoʊn, hɜːɹ ˈaɪlənd ɪn ðæt ˈoʊʃən ʌv spˈeɪs.