text_original: Here it was a bookstore; a large and beautiful one. The light was brilliant; and on every counter and table lay spread about such treasures of printing, engraving, and the book binder's art, as Rotha had never seen gathered together before.
text_transcription: HERE IT WAS A BOOKSTORE A LARGE AND BEAUTIFUL ONE THE LIGHT WAS BRILLIANT AND ON EVERY COUNTER AND TABLE LAY SPREAD ABOUT SUCH TREASURES OF PRINTING ENGRAVING AND THE BOOKBINDER'S ART AS ROTHA HAD NEVER SEEN GATHERED TOGETHER BEFORE
phonemes: hˈɪɹ ɪt wʌzɐ bˈʊkstɔːɹ; ɐ lˈɑːɹdʒ ænd bjˈuːɾifəl wˌʌn. ðə lˈaɪt wʌz bɹˈɪliənt; ænd ˌɔn ˈɛvɹi kˈaʊntɚ ænd tˈeɪbəl lˈeɪ spɹˈɛd ɐbˌaʊt sˈʌtʃ tɹˈɛʒɚz ʌv pɹˈɪntɪŋ, ɛŋɡɹˈeɪvɪŋ, ænd ðə bˈʊk bˈaɪndɚz ˈɑːɹt, æz ɹˈɑːθə hæd nˈɛvɚ sˈiːn ɡˈæðɚd təɡˌɛðɚ bᵻfˈɔːɹ.