text_original: It was eleven when they got home, sated with dissipation, but with the exceeding sweet pleasure of talking it all over still to come. Everybody seemed asleep and the house was dark and silent.
text_transcription: IT WAS ELEVEN WHEN THEY GOT HOME SATED WITH DISSIPATION BUT WITH THE EXCEEDING SWEET PLEASURE OF TALKING IT ALL OVER STILL TO COME EVERYBODY SEEMED ASLEEP AND THE HOUSE WAS DARK AND SILENT
phonemes: ɪt wʌz ᵻlˈɛvən wɛn ðeɪ ɡɑːt hˈoʊm, sˈeɪɾᵻd wɪð dˌɪsɪpˈeɪʃən, bˌʌt wɪððɪ ɛksˈiːdɪŋ swˈiːt plˈɛʒɚɹ ʌv tˈɔːkɪŋ ɪɾ ˈɔːl ˌoʊvɚ stˈɪl tə kˈʌm. ˈɛvɹɪbˌɑːdi sˈiːmd ɐslˈiːp ænd ðə hˈaʊs wʌz dˈɑːɹk ænd sˈaɪlənt.