text_original: Life flowed on its monotonous course, like the Fowcy river gliding down from Lostwithicl to the sea; and there seemed nothing in this world that could again disturb Martin Disney's domestic peace.
text_transcription: LIFE FLOWED ON ITS MONOTONOUS COURSE LIKE THE FOE RIVER GLIDING DOWN FROM LOST WITHHEAL TO THE SEA AND THERE SEEMED NOTHING IN THIS WORLD THAT COULD AGAIN DISTURB MARTIN DISNEY'S DOMESTIC PEACE
phonemes: lˈaɪf flˈoʊd ˌɔn ɪts mənˈɑːtənəs kˈɔːɹs, lˈaɪk ðə fˈaʊsi ɹˈɪvɚ ɡlˈaɪdɪŋ dˌaʊn fɹʌm lˈɑːstwɪðˌɪkəl tə ðə sˈiː; ænd ðɛɹ sˈiːmd nˈʌθɪŋ ɪn ðɪs wˈɜːld ðæt kʊd ɐɡˈɛn dɪstˈɜːb mˈɑːɹtɪn dˈɪzniz dəmˈɛstɪk pˈiːs.