text_original: While the inhabitants of it are sunk in voluptuousness  while all is smiling around them, and they imagine that no evil, no danger is nigh  the latent seeds of destruction are fermenting within; till, breaking out on a sudden, they lay waste all their opulence, all their boasted delights, and leave them a sad monument of the fatal effects of internal tempe
text_transcription: WHILE THE INHABITANTS OF IT ARE SUNK IN VOLUPTUOUSNESS WHILE ALL IS SMILING ROUND THEM AND THEY IMAGINE THAT NO EVIL NO DANGER IS NIGH THE LATENT SEEDS OF DESTRUCTION ARE FERMENTING WITHIN TILL BREAKING OUT ON A SUDDEN THEY LAY WASTE ALL THEIR OPULENCE ALL THEIR BOASTED DELIGHTS AND LEAVE THEM A SAD MONUMENT OF THE FATAL EFFECTS OF INTERNAL TEMPESTS AND CONVULSIONS END OF DIALOGUE SEVEN
phonemes: wˌaɪl ðɪ ɪnhˈæbɪtənts ʌv ɪɾ ɑːɹ sˈʌŋk ɪn vəlˈʌptʃuːəsnəs wˌaɪl ˈɔːl ɪz smˈaɪlɪŋ ɚɹˈaʊnd ðˌɛm, ænd ðeɪ ɪmˈædʒɪn ðæt nˈoʊ ˈiːvəl, nˈoʊ dˈeɪndʒɚɹ ɪz nˈaɪ ðə lˈeɪtənt sˈiːdz ʌv dᵻstɹˈʌkʃən ɑːɹ fɜːmˈɛntɪŋ wɪðˈɪn; tˈɪl, bɹˈeɪkɪŋ ˈaʊt ˌɔn ɐ sˈʌdən, ðeɪ lˈeɪ wˈeɪst ˈɔːl ðɛɹ ˈɑːpjʊləns, ˈɔːl ðɛɹ bˈoʊstᵻd dᵻlˈaɪts, ænd lˈiːv ðˌɛm ɐ sˈæd mˈɑːnjuːmənt ʌvðə fˈeɪɾəl ɪfˈɛkts ʌv ɪntˈɜːnəl tˈɛmp