text_original: The few thousand lingerers in a wilderness of deserted streets bewailed the inanity of the daily Press. There was nothing in the morning papers; and the evening papers were worse, since they were obliged to echo the morning nothingness.
text_transcription: THE FEW THOUSAND LINGERERS IN A WILDERNESS OF DESERTED STREETS BEWAILED THE INANITY OF THE DAILY PRESS THERE WAS NOTHING IN THE MORNING PAPERS AND THE EVENING PAPERS WERE WORSE SINCE THEY WERE OBLIGED TO ECHO THE MORNING NOTHINGNESS
phonemes: ðə fjˈuː θˈaʊzənd lˈɪŋɡɚɹɚz ɪn ɐ wˈɪldɚnəs ʌv dᵻzˈɜːɾᵻd stɹˈiːts bᵻwˈeɪld ðɪ ɪnˈænɪɾi ʌvðə dˈeɪli pɹˈɛs. ðɛɹwˌʌz nˈʌθɪŋ ɪnðə mˈɔːɹnɪŋ pˈeɪpɚz; ænd ðɪ ˈiːvnɪŋ pˈeɪpɚz wɜː wˈɜːs, sˈɪns ðeɪ wɜːɹ əblˈaɪdʒd tʊ ˈɛkoʊ ðə mˈɔːɹnɪŋ nˈʌθɪŋnəs.