text_original: You know, doctor, you can't suppose that if you were a dirty little apothecary, keeping a shop in a narrow street, a prime minister would waste his time in going to call on you; or that, if a man is sitting over his glass all the evening, or playing whist, or lounging all the morning, an angel will come to him. But where there is a mortal of high rectitude and integrity, then such a being may be supposed to condescend to seek him out.
text_transcription: YOU KNOW DOCTOR YOU CAN'T SUPPOSE THAT IF YOU WERE A DIRTY LITTLE APOTHECARY KEEPING A SHOP IN A NARROW STREET A PRIME MINISTER WOULD WASTE HIS TIME IN GOING TO CALL ON YOU OR THAT IF A MAN IS SITTING OVER HIS GLASS ALL THE EVENING OR PLAYING WHIST OR LOUNGING ALL THE MORNING AN ANGEL WILL COME TO HIM BUT WHERE THERE IS A MORTAL OF HIGH RECTITUDE AND INTEGRITY THEN SUCH A BEING MAY BE SUPPOSED TO CONDESCEND TO SEEK HIM OUT
phonemes: juː nˈoʊ, dˈɑːktɚ, juː kˈænt səpˈoʊz ðæt ɪf juː wɜːɹ ɐ dˈɜːɾi lˈɪɾəl ɐpˈɑːθɪkˌɛɹi, kˈiːpɪŋ ɐ ʃˈɑːp ɪn ɐ nˈæɹoʊ stɹˈiːt, ɐ pɹˈaɪm mˈɪnɪstɚ wʊd wˈeɪst hɪz tˈaɪm ɪn ɡˌoʊɪŋ tə kˈɔːl ˈɔn juː; ɔːɹ ðˈæt, ɪf ɐ mˈæn ɪz sˈɪɾɪŋ ˌoʊvɚ hɪz ɡlˈæs ˈɔːl ðɪ ˈiːvnɪŋ, ɔːɹ plˈeɪɪŋ wˈɪst, ɔːɹ lˈaʊndʒɪŋ ˈɔːl ðə mˈɔːɹnɪŋ, ɐn ˈeɪndʒəl wɪl kˈʌm tə hˌɪm. bˌʌt wˌɛɹ ðɛɹ ɪz ɐ mˈɔːɹɾəl ʌv hˈaɪ ɹˈɛktɪtˌuːd ænd ɪntˈɛɡɹᵻɾi, ðˈɛn sˈʌtʃ ɐ bˌiːɪŋ mˈeɪ biː səpˈoʊzd tə kˌɑːndᵻsˈɛnd tə sˈiːk hˌɪm ˈaʊt.