text_original: "An' I'm fond of glare an' glitter," he remarked, with a glance at his friend. "So am I, Bob, but  " At that instant the dinner bell rang, and the eyes of both glittered   they almost glared  as they turned and made for the companion hatch, Bob exclaiming, "Ah, that's the thing that _I'm_ fond of; glare an' glitter's all wery well in its way, but it can't 'old a candle to grub!"
text_transcription: AND I'M FOND OF GLARE AND GLITTER HE REMARKED WITH A GLANCE AT HIS FRIEND SO AM I BOB BUT AT THAT INSTANT THE DINNER BELL RANG AND THE EYES OF BOTH GLITTERED THEY ALMOST GLARED AS THEY TURNED AND MADE FOR THE COMPANION HATCH BOB EXCLAIMING AH THAT'S THE THING I'M FOND OF GLARE AND GLITTERS ALL WERY WELL IN ITS WAY BUT IT CAN'T HOLD A CANDLE TO GRUB
phonemes: "æn aɪm fˈɑːnd ʌv ɡlˈɛɹ æn ɡlˈɪɾɚ," hiː ɹᵻmˈɑːɹkt, wɪð ɐ ɡlˈæns æt hɪz fɹˈɛnd. "sˌoʊ æm ˈaɪ, bˈɑːb, bˌʌt  " æt ðæt ˈɪnstənt ðə dˈɪnɚ bˈɛl ɹˈæŋ, ænd ðɪ ˈaɪz ʌv bˈoʊθ ɡlˈɪɾɚd ðeɪ ˈɔːlmoʊst ɡlˈɛɹd æz ðeɪ tˈɜːnd ænd mˌeɪd fɚðə kəmpˈæniən hˈætʃ, bˈɑːb ɛksklˈeɪmɪŋ, "ˈɑː, ðæts ðə θˈɪŋ ðæt aɪm fˈɑːnd ʌv; ɡlˈɛɹ æn ɡlˈɪɾɚz ˈɔːl wˈɜːɹi wˈɛl ɪn ɪts wˈeɪ, bˌʌt ɪt kˈænt ˈoʊld ɐ kˈændəl tə ɡɹˈʌb!"