text_original: She was a child again, happy in the present moment, without the wisdom that looks before and after. "Good bye," said Claude; and then, pausing, with his hand on the moody lion, "if you had some vague idea of asking me to dinner, it would be a kindness to give shape to the notion, for I shan't get a dinner anywhere else. My mother is in the country, and a solitary meal at a restaurant is worse than a funeral."
text_transcription: SHE WAS A CHILD AGAIN HAPPY IN THE PRESENT MOMENT WITHOUT THE WISDOM THAT LOOKS BEFORE AND AFTER GOOD BYE SAID CLAUDE AND THEN PAUSING WITH HIS HAND ON THE MOODY LION IF YOU HAD SOME VAGUE IDEA OF ASKING ME TO DINNER IT WOULD BE A KINDNESS TO GIVE SHAPE TO THE NOTION FOR I SHAN'T GET A DINNER ANYWHERE ELSE MY MOTHER IS IN THE COUNTRY AND A SOLITARY MEAL AT A RESTAURANT IS WORSE THAN A FUNERAL
phonemes: ʃiː wʌzɐ tʃˈaɪld ɐɡˈɛn, hˈæpi ɪnðə pɹˈɛzənt mˈoʊmənt, wɪðˌaʊt ðə wˈɪzdəm ðæt lˈʊks bᵻfˌɔːɹ ænd ˈæftɚ. "ɡˈʊd bˈaɪ," sˈɛd klˈɔːd; ænd ðˈɛn, pˈɔːzɪŋ, wɪð hɪz hˈænd ɔnðə mˈuːdi lˈaɪən, "ɪf juː hˌæd sʌm vˈeɪɡ aɪdˈiə ʌv ˈæskɪŋ mˌiː tə dˈɪnɚ, ɪt wʊd biː ɐ kˈaɪndnəs tə ɡˈɪv ʃˈeɪp tə ðə nˈoʊʃən, fɔːɹ aɪ ʃˌɑːnt ɡɛt ɐ dˈɪnɚɹ ˈɛnɪwˌɛɹ ˈɛls. maɪ mˈʌðɚɹ ɪz ɪnðə kˈʌntɹi, ænd ɐ sˈɑːlətˌɛɹi mˈiːl æɾɚ ɹˈɛstɹɑːnt ɪz wˈɜːs ðˌænə fjˈuːnɚɹəl."