text_original: And I looked at that land, covered with the sweet pinkish green of the clover, and considered how much of it, through the medium of sheep, would find its way into me, to enable me to come out here and be eaten by midges, and speculate about things, and conceive the sentiment of how good the sheep were. 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 I LOOKED AT THAT LAND COVERED WITH THE SWEET PINKISH GREEN OF THE CLOVER AND CONSIDERED HOW MUCH OF IT THROUGH THE MEDIUM OF SHEEP WOULD FIND ITS WAY INTO ME TO ENABLE ME TO COME OUT HERE AND BE EATEN BY MIDGES AND SPECULATE ABOUT THINGS AND CONCEIVE THE SENTIMENT OF HOW GOOD THE SHEEP WERE 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 aɪ lˈʊkt æt ðæt lˈænd, kˈʌvɚd wɪððə swˈiːt pˈɪŋkɪʃ ɡɹˈiːn ʌvðə klˈoʊvɚ, ænd kənsˈɪdɚd hˌaʊ mˈʌtʃ ʌv ɪt, θɹuː ðə mˈiːdiəm ʌv ʃˈiːp, wʊd fˈaɪnd ɪts wˈeɪ ˌɪntʊ mˌiː, tʊ ɛnˈeɪbəl mˌiː tə kˈʌm ˈaʊt hˈɪɹ ænd biː ˈiːʔn̩ baɪ mˈɪdʒᵻz, ænd spˈɛkjʊlˌeɪt ɐbˌaʊt θˈɪŋz, ænd kənsˈiːv ðə sˈɛntɪmənt ʌv hˌaʊ ɡˈʊd ðə ʃˈiːp wɜː. 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?