text_original: "I don't know vether you're a deceivin' of us or yourself, my wenerable; but von thing's quite clear  you _can't_ have lived all that time. It's not in nater." "Very well, then  I haven't," said Old Parr. And he finished his rum and water, and set down the glass, which was instantly filled again by the drowsy youth.
text_transcription: I DON'T KNOW WHETHER YOU'RE A DECEIVING OF US OR YOURSELF MY VENERABLE BUT ONE THING'S QUITE CLEAR YOU CAN'T HAVE LIVED ALL THAT TIME IT'S NOT IN NATURE VERY WELL THEN I HAVEN'T SAID OLD PARK AND HE FINISHED HIS RUM AND WATER AND SET DOWN THE GLASS WHICH WAS INSTANTLY FILLED AGAIN BY THE DROWSY YOUTH
phonemes: "aɪ dˈoʊnt nˈoʊ vˈɛðɚ jʊɹ ɐ dᵻsˈiːvɪn ʌv ˌʌs ɔːɹ jɔːɹsˈɛlf, maɪ wˈɛnɚɹəbəl; bˌʌt vˈɑːn θˈɪŋz kwˈaɪt klˈɪɹ juː kˈæntɐv lˈɪvd ˈɔːl ðæt tˈaɪm. ɪts nˌɑːt ɪn nˈeɪɾɚ." "vˈɛɹi wˈɛl, ðˈɛn aɪ hˈævənt," sˈɛd ˈoʊld pˈɑːɹ. ænd hiː fˈɪnɪʃt hɪz ɹˈʌm ænd wˈɔːɾɚ, ænd sˈɛt dˌaʊn ðə ɡlˈæs, wˌɪtʃ wʌz ˈɪnstəntli fˈɪld ɐɡˈɛn baɪ ðə dɹˈaʊsi jˈuːθ.