text_original: Isola sat in the olive wood, watching the white sails moving slowly towards Bordighera. It was an exquisite day— a day for dreaming on the water rather than for rapid progress.
text_transcription: IS OLA SAT IN THE OLIVE WOOD WATCHING THE WHITE SAILS MOVING SLOWLY TOWARDS BORDIGHEERA IT WAS AN EXQUISITE DAY A DAY FOR DREAMING ON THE WATER RATHER THAN FOR RAPID PROGRESS
phonemes: aɪsˈoʊlə sˈæt ɪnðɪ ˈɑːlɪv wˈʊd, wˈɑːtʃɪŋ ðə wˈaɪt sˈeɪlz mˈuːvɪŋ slˈoʊli təwˈɔːɹdz bˈɔːɹdɪɡhɚɹə. ɪt wʌz ɐn ɛkskwˈɪsɪt dˈeɪ— ɐ dˈeɪ fɔːɹ dɹˈiːmɪŋ ɔnðə wˈɔːɾɚ ɹˈæðɚ ðɐn fɔːɹ ɹˈæpɪd pɹˈɑːɡɹɛs.