text_original: ' My busy Penelope, don't you think you might rest from your labours now that Ulysses is safe at home, and the suitors are all put to flight ?' asked Gerald, looking admiringly at the industrious hands. ' You have no idea how horribly idle you make me feel.'
text_transcription: MY BUSY PENELOPE DON'T YOU THINK YOU MIGHT REST FROM YOUR LABOURS NOW THAT ULYSSES IS SAFE AT HOME AND THE SUITORS ARE ALL PUT TO FLIGHT ASKED GERALD LOOKING ADMIRINGLY AT THE INDUSTRIOUS HANDS YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HORRIBLY IDLE YOU MAKE ME FEEL
phonemes: maɪ bˈɪzi pənˈɛləpi, dˈoʊnt juː θˈɪŋk juː mˌaɪt ɹˈɛst fɹʌm jʊɹ lˈeɪbɚz nˈaʊ ðæt jˈuːlɪsˌiːz ɪz sˈeɪf æt hˈoʊm, ænd ðə sˈuːɾɚz ɑːɹ ˈɔːl pˌʊt tə flˈaɪt ?ˈæskt dʒˈɛɹəld, lˈʊkɪŋ ɐdmˈaɪɚɹɪŋli æt ðɪ ɪndˈʌstɹiəs hˈændz. juː hæv nˈoʊ aɪdˈiə hˌaʊ hˈɔːɹɪbli ˈaɪdəl juː mˌeɪk mˌiː fˈiːl.