text_original: A tall, withered old man, sitting with folded arms and bent head upon a broken stool in the darkest corner of the room, had apparently paid no heed until the moment when he rose suddenly, exclaiming, " Silence, silence, you old fools ! " and seized the soldier by the arm.
text_transcription: A TALL WITHERED OLD MAN SITTING WITH FOLDED ARMS AND BENT HEAD UPON A BROKEN STOOL IN THE DARKEST CORNER OF THE ROOM HAD APPARENTLY PAID NO HEED UNTIL THE MOMENT WHEN HE ROSE SUDDENLY EXCLAIMING SILENCE SILENCE YOU OLD FOOLS AND SEIZED THE SOLDIER BY THE ARM
phonemes: ɐ tˈɔːl, wˈɪðɚd ˈoʊld mˈæn, sˈɪɾɪŋ wɪð fˈoʊldᵻd ˈɑːɹmz ænd bˈɛnt hˈɛd əpˌɑːn ɐ bɹˈoʊkən stˈuːl ɪnðə dˈɑːɹkɪst kˈɔːɹnɚɹ ʌvðə ɹˈuːm, hæd ɐpˈæɹəntli pˈeɪd nˈoʊ hˈiːd ʌntˈɪl ðə mˈoʊmənt wɛn hiː ɹˈoʊz sˈʌdənli, ɛksklˈeɪmɪŋ, " sˈaɪləns, sˈaɪləns, juː ˈoʊld fˈuːlz ! " ænd sˈiːzd ðə sˈoʊldʒɚ baɪ ðɪ ˈɑːɹm.