text_original: He was nothing more to me than any one else in Trelasco — and then some  how we were always meeting by accident — in the lanes — or by the sea — and he seemed to care for all the things I cared for. The books I loved were his favourites. For a long time we talked of nothing but his travels, and of my favourite books. There was not a word spoken between us that you or any one else could blame."
text_transcription: HE WAS NOTHING MORE TO ME THAN ANYONE ELSE IN FRALASCOW AND THEN SOMEHOW WE WERE ALWAYS MEETING BY ACCIDENT IN THE LANES OR BY THE SEA AND HE SEEMED TO CARE FOR ALL THE THINGS I CARED FOR THE BOOKS I LOVED WERE HIS FAVORITES FOR A LONG TIME WE TALKED OF NOTHING BUT HIS TRAVELS AND OF MY FAVORITE BOOKS THERE WAS NOT A WORD SPOKEN BETWEEN US THAT YOU OR ANY ONE ELSE COULD BLAME
phonemes: hiː wʌz nˈʌθɪŋ mˈɔːɹ tə mˌiː ðɐn ˌɛni wˈʌn ˈɛls ɪn tɹɛlˈæskoʊ — ænd ðˈɛn sˌʌm hˌaʊ wiː wɜːɹ ˈɔːlweɪz mˈiːɾɪŋ baɪ ˈæksɪdənt — ɪnðə lˈeɪnz — ɔːɹ baɪ ðə sˈiː — ænd hiː sˈiːmd tə kˈɛɹ fɔːɹ ˈɔːl ðə θˈɪŋz aɪ kˈɛɹd fɔːɹ. ðə bˈʊks aɪ lˈʌvd wɜː hɪz fˈeɪvɹɪts. fɚɹə lˈɔŋ tˈaɪm wiː tˈɔːkt ʌv nˈʌθɪŋ bˌʌt hɪz tɹˈævəlz, ænd ʌv maɪ fˈeɪvɹɪt bˈʊks. ðɛɹwˌʌz nˌɑːɾə wˈɜːd spˈoʊkən bᵻtwˌiːn ˌʌs ðæt juː ɔːɹ ˌɛni wˈʌn ˈɛls kʊd blˈeɪm."