text_original: "Why should we forbid you? You are an artist, and you know more about frocks and hats than we do, after years of laborious study," said Lady Susan, and then, with her arm through Vera's as they went slowly up the broad staircase, with steps so shallow that people accustomed to small houses were in danger of falling over them, "Isn't he incomparable?" she exclaimed. "There never was such a delightful failure."
text_transcription: WHY SHOULD WE FORBID YOU YOU ARE AN ARTIST AND YOU KNOW MORE ABOUT FROCKS AND HATS THAN WE DO AFTER YEARS OF LABORIOUS STUDY SAID LADY SUSAN AND THEN WITH HER ARM THROUGH VERA'S AS THEY WENT SLOWLY UP THE BROAD STAIRCASE WITH STEPS SO SHALLOW THAT PEOPLE ACCUSTOMED TO SMALL HOUSES WERE IN DANGER OF FALLING OVER THEM ISN'T HE INCOMPARABLE SHE EXCLAIMED THERE NEVER WAS SUCH A DELIGHTFUL FAILURE
phonemes: "wˌaɪ ʃˌʊd wiː fɚbˈɪd juː? juː ɑːɹ ɐn ˈɑːɹɾɪst, ænd juː nˈoʊ mˈɔːɹ ɐbˌaʊt fɹˈɑːks ænd hˈæts ðɐn wiː dˈuː, ˈæftɚ jˈɪɹz ʌv lɐbˈɔːɹiəs stˈʌdi," sˈɛd lˈeɪdi sˈuːzən, ænd ðˈɛn, wɪð hɜːɹ ˈɑːɹm θɹuː vˈiəɹəz æz ðeɪ wɛnt slˈoʊli ˌʌp ðə bɹˈɔːd stˈɛɹkeɪs, wɪð stˈɛps sˌoʊ ʃˈæloʊ ðæt pˈiːpəl ɐkˈʌstəmd tə smˈɔːl hˈaʊzᵻz wɜːɹ ɪn dˈeɪndʒɚɹ ʌv fˈɔːlɪŋ ˈoʊvɚ ðˌɛm, "ˌɪzənt hiː ɪŋkˈɑːmpɚɹəbəl?" ʃiː ɛksklˈeɪmd. "ðɛɹ nˈɛvɚ wʌz sˈʌtʃ ɐ dᵻlˈaɪtfəl fˈeɪlɪɹ."