text_original: They dawdled over a light luncheon of macaroni and Eoman wine at a cafe near the great cold white church, and then they drove through the sandy lanes in the heat of the afternoon, languid all of them, and Isola paler and more weary looking than she had been for some time.
text_transcription: THEY DAWDLED OVER A LIGHT LUNCHEON OF MACARONI AND ROMAN WINE AT A CAFE NEAR THE GREAT COLD WHITE CHURCH AND THEN THEY DROVE THROUGH THE SANDY LANES IN THE HEAT OF THE AFTERNOON LANGUID ALL OF THEM AND ISOLA PALER AND MORE WEARY LOOKING THAN SHE HAD BEEN FOR SOME TIME
phonemes: ðeɪ dˈɔːdəld ˌoʊvɚɹ ɐ lˈaɪt lˈʌntʃən ʌv mˌækɐɹˈoʊni ænd ˈiːɑːmən wˈaɪn æɾə kˈæfeɪ nˌɪɹ ðə ɡɹˈeɪt kˈoʊld wˈaɪt tʃˈɜːtʃ, ænd ðˈɛn ðeɪ dɹˈoʊv θɹuː ðə sˈændi lˈeɪnz ɪnðə hˈiːt ʌvðɪ ˌæftɚnˈuːn, lˈæŋɡwɪd ˈɔːl ʌv ðˌɛm, ænd aɪsˈoʊlə pˈeɪlɚ ænd mˈɔːɹ wˈɪɹi lˈʊkɪŋ ðɐn ʃiː hɐdbɪn fɔːɹ sˌʌm tˈaɪm.