text_original: "That was an ugly sort of life," she said at last; "why do I like to look at these cloisters, Mrs. Mowbray?" Mrs. Mowbray laughed. "I suppose your eye finds beauty in the lines of the architecture." "Are they beautiful?" "People say so, my dear." "But do you think they are?" "My dear, I must confess to you, I never paid much attention to architecture. I never asked myself the question."
text_transcription: THAT WAS AN UGLY SORT OF LIFE SHE SAID AT LAST WHY DO I LIKE TO LOOK AT THESE CLOISTERS MISSUS MOWBRAY MISSUS MOWBRAY LAUGHED I SUPPOSE YOUR EYE FINDS BEAUTY IN THE LINES OF THE ARCHITECTURE ARE THEY BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE SAY SO MY DEAR BUT DO YOU THINK THEY ARE MY DEAR I MUST CONFESS TO YOU I NEVER PAID MUCH ATTENTION TO ARCHITECTURE I NEVER ASKED MYSELF THE QUESTION
phonemes: "ðæt wʌz ɐn ˈʌɡli sˈɔːɹt ʌv lˈaɪf," ʃiː sˈɛd æt lˈæst; "wˌaɪ dˈuː aɪ lˈaɪk tə lˈʊk æt ðiːz klˈɔɪstɚz, mˈɪsɪz. mˈoʊbɹeɪ?" mˈɪsɪz. mˈoʊbɹeɪ lˈæft. "aɪ səpˈoʊz jʊɹ ˈaɪ fˈaɪndz bjˈuːɾi ɪnðə lˈaɪnz ʌvðɪ ˈɑːɹkɪtˌɛktʃɚ." "ɑːɹ ðeɪ bjˈuːɾifəl?" "pˈiːpəl sˈeɪ sˈoʊ, maɪ dˈɪɹ." "bˌʌt dˈuː juː θˈɪŋk ðeɪ ɑːɹ?" "maɪ dˈɪɹ, aɪ mˈʌst kənfˈɛs tə juː, aɪ nˈɛvɚ pˈeɪd mˈʌtʃ ɐtˈɛnʃən tʊ ˈɑːɹkɪtˌɛktʃɚ. aɪ nˈɛvɚɹ ˈæskt maɪsˈɛlf ðə kwˈɛstʃən."