text_original: " Very good, very good, Lieutenant d'Ahlefeld," impa  tiently exclaimed Ordener, " you are not a captain yet, nor is the son of the viceroy a colonel ; and swords are always swords." " And clowns always clowns, in spite of every effort to lift them to our own level," muttered the soldier.
text_transcription: VERY GOOD VERY GOOD LIEUTENANT DELAFELD IMPATIENTLY EXCLAIMED ORDINAR YOU ARE NOT A CAPTAIN YET NOR IS THE SON OF THE VICEROYER COLONEL AND SORTS ARE ALWAYS SORTS AND CLOWNS ALWAYS CLOWNS IN SPITE OF EVERY EFFORT TO LIFT THEM TO OUR OWN LEVEL MUTTERED THE SOLDIER
phonemes: " vˈɛɹi ɡˈʊd, vˈɛɹi ɡˈʊd, luːtˈɛnənt dˈɑːlɪfˌɛld," ɪmpˈæ tˈaɪntli ɛksklˈeɪmd ˈɔːɹdənɚ, " juː ɑːɹ nˌɑːɾə kˈæptɪn jˈɛt, nˈɔːɹ ɪz ðə sˈʌn ʌvðə vˈaɪsɹɔɪ ɐ kˈɜːnəl ; ænd sˈɔːɹdz ɑːɹ ˈɔːlweɪz sˈɔːɹdz." " ænd klˈaʊnz ˈɔːlweɪz klˈaʊnz, ɪn spˈaɪt ʌv ˈɛvɹi ˈɛfɚt tə lˈɪft ðˌɛm tʊ ˌaʊɚɹ ˈoʊn lˈɛvəl," mˈʌɾɚd ðə sˈoʊldʒɚ.