text_original: I should like to know why Sol ain't been a stirrin' an hour ago. I 'd really like to know how long folks would sleep ef I 'd let 'em." Here an indistinct vision came into Miss Asphyxia's mind of what the world would be without her to keep it in order. She called aloud to her prime minster, who slept in the loft above, "Sol!
text_transcription: I SHOULD LIKE TO KNOW WHY SOL AIN'T BEEN ASTERN AN HOUR AGO I'D REALLY LIKE TO KNOW HOW LONG FOLKS WOULD SLEEP IF I'D LET EM HERE AN INDISTINCT VISION CAME INTO MISS AFFIX'S MIND OF WHAT THE WORLD WOULD BE WITHOUT HER TO KEEP IT IN ORDER SHE CALLED ALOUD TO HER PRYING MINSTER WHO SLEPT IN THE LOFT ABOVE SAW
phonemes: aɪ ʃˌʊd lˈaɪk tə nˈoʊ wˌaɪ sˈɑːl ˈeɪnt bˌɪn ɐ stˈɜːɹɪn ɐn ˈaʊɚɹ ɐɡˈoʊ. aɪ dˈiː ɹˈiəli lˈaɪk tə nˈoʊ hˌaʊ lˈɔŋ fˈoʊks wʊd slˈiːp ˈɛf aɪ dˈiː lˈɛt ˈɛm." hˈɪɹ ɐn ˌɪndɪstˈɪŋkt vˈɪʒən kˈeɪm ˌɪntʊ mˈɪs ɐsfˈɪksiəz mˈaɪnd ʌv wʌt ðə wˈɜːld wʊd biː wɪðˌaʊt hɜː tə kˈiːp ɪɾ ɪn ˈɔːɹdɚ. ʃiː kˈɔːld ɐlˈaʊd tə hɜː pɹˈaɪm mˈɪnstɚ, hˌuː slˈɛpt ɪnðə lˈɔft əbˈʌv, "sˈɑːl!