text_original: And it all seemed queer. I thought, too, of a world entirely composed of people who could see the sheen rippling on that clover, and feel a sort of sweet elation at the scent of it, and I wondered how much clover would be sown then?
text_transcription: AND IT ALL SEEMED QUEER I THOUGHT TOO OF A WORLD ENTIRELY COMPOSED OF PEOPLE WHO COULD SEE THE SHEEN RIPPLING ON THAT CLOVER AND FEEL A SORT OF SWEET ELATION AT THE SCENT OF IT AND I WONDERED HOW MUCH CLOVER WOULD BE SOWN THEN
phonemes: ænd ɪɾ ˈɔːl sˈiːmd kwˈɪɹ. aɪ θˈɔːt, tˈuː, əvə wˈɜːld ɛntˈaɪɚli kəmpˈoʊzd ʌv pˈiːpəl hˌuː kʊd sˈiː ðə ʃˈiːn ɹˈɪplɪŋ ˌɔn ðæt klˈoʊvɚ, ænd fˈiːl ɐ sˈɔːɹt ʌv swˈiːt ᵻlˈeɪʃən æt ðə sˈɛnt ʌv ɪt, ænd aɪ wˈʌndɚd hˌaʊ mˈʌtʃ klˈoʊvɚ wʊd biː sˈoʊn ðˈɛn?