text_original: But it had nothing to do, and nowhere to go, and there it was not like Gibbie, the business of whose life was even now upon him, the mightiest hope of whose conscious being was now awake.
text_transcription: BUT IT HAD NOTHING TO DO AND NOWHERE TO GO AND THERE IT WAS NOT LIKE GIBBEY THE BUSINESS OF WHOSE LIFE WAS EVEN NOW UPON HIM THE MIGHTIEST HOPE OF WHOSE CONSCIOUS BEING WAS NOW AWAKE
phonemes: bˌʌt ɪt hæd nˈʌθɪŋ tə dˈuː, ænd nˈoʊwɛɹ tə ɡˈoʊ, ænd ðɛɹ ɪt wʌz nˌɑːt lˈaɪk ɡˈɪbi, ðə bˈɪznəs ʌv hˌuːz lˈaɪf wʌz ˈiːvən nˈaʊ əpˌɑːn hˌɪm, ðə mˈaɪɾiɪst hˈoʊp ʌv hˌuːz kˈɑːnʃəs bˌiːɪŋ wʌz nˈaʊ ɐwˈeɪk.