text_original: "You are growing too horridly morbid, Vera. I am afraid you have taken up religion. It's very sweet of you, darling, but it's the way to lose your husband. Religion is the one thing a husband won't put up with. He hates it worse than a bad cook."
text_transcription: YOU ARE GROWING TOO HORRIBLY MORBID VERA I'M FRAID YOU HAVE TAKEN UP RELIGION IT'S VERY SWEET OF YOU DARLING BUT IT'S THE WAY TO LOSE YOUR HUSBAND RELIGION IS THE ONE THING A HUSBAND WON'T PUT UP WITH HE HATES IT WORSE THAN A BAD COOK
phonemes: "juː ɑːɹ ɡɹˈoʊɪŋ tˈuː hˈɔːɹɪdli mˈɔːɹbɪd, vˈiəɹə. aɪɐm ɐfɹˈeɪd juː hæv tˈeɪkən ˌʌp ɹᵻlˈɪdʒən. ɪts vˈɛɹi swˈiːt ʌv juː, dˈɑːɹlɪŋ, bˌʌt ɪts ðə wˈeɪ tə lˈuːz jʊɹ hˈʌsbənd. ɹᵻlˈɪdʒən ɪz ðə wˈʌn θˈɪŋ ɐ hˈʌsbənd woʊnt pˌʊt ˈʌp wɪð. hiː hˈeɪts ɪt wˈɜːs ðˌænə bˈæd kˈʊk."