text_original: T HAT'S what comes of falling in love, Neighbor Niels. Poor Guth Stersen would not be stretched out yonder on that great black slab, like a starfish for  gotten by the tide, if she had kept her mind on mending her father's boat and patching his nets. Saint Usuph, the fisher, console our old friend in his affliction!"
text_transcription: THAT'S WHAT COMES OF FALLING IN LOVE NEIGHBOUR NEILS POOR GOOSE STIRSON WOULD NOT BE STRETCHED OUT YONDER ON THAT GREAT BLACK SLAB LIKE A STARFISH FORGOTTEN BY THE TIDE IF SHE HAD KEPT HER MIND ON MENDING HER FATHER'S BOAT AND PATCHING HIS NETS SAINT YUSEF THE FISHER CONSOLE OUR OLD FRIEND IN HIS AFFLICTION
phonemes: tˈiː hˈæts wʌt kˈʌmz ʌv fˈɔːlɪŋ ɪn lˈʌv, nˈeɪbɚ nˈiːlz. pˈʊɹ ɡˈʌθ stˈɜːsən wʊd nˌɑːt biː stɹˈɛtʃt ˈaʊt jˈɑːndɚɹ ˌɔn ðæt ɡɹˈeɪt blˈæk slˈæb, lˈaɪk ɐ stˈɑːɹfɪʃ fɔːɹ ɡˈɑːʔn̩ baɪ ðə tˈaɪd, ɪf ʃiː hæd kˈɛpt hɜː mˈaɪnd ˌɔn mˈɛndɪŋ hɜː fˈɑːðɚz bˈoʊt ænd pˈætʃɪŋ hɪz nˈɛts. sˈeɪnt jˈuːzʌf, ðə fˈɪʃɚ, kˈɑːnsoʊl ˌaʊɚɹ ˈoʊld fɹˈɛnd ɪn hɪz ɐflˈɪkʃən!"