text_original: Then she sat down again, and went on polishing her pincers, — a task whose hoarse, grating sound, filling up the spaces in the conversation, performed the office of the chorus in a Greek tragedy, at the expense of the ears of the four travellers.
text_transcription: THEN SHE SAT DOWN AGAIN AND WENT ON POLISHING HER PINCERS A TASK WHOSE HOARSE GRATING SOUND FILLING UP THE SPACES IN THE CONVERSATION PERFORMED THE OFFICE OF THE CHORUS IN THE GREEK TRAGEDY AT THE EXPENSE OF THE EARS OF THE FOUR TRAVELLERS
phonemes: ðˈɛn ʃiː sˈæt dˌaʊn ɐɡˈɛn, ænd wɛnt ˌɔn pˈɑːlɪʃɪŋ hɜː pˈɪnsɚz, — ɐ tˈæsk hˌuːz hˈɔːɹs, ɡɹˈeɪɾɪŋ sˈaʊnd, fˈɪlɪŋ ˌʌp ðə spˈeɪsᵻz ɪnðə kɑːnvɚsˈeɪʃən, pɚfˈɔːɹmd ðɪ ˈɑːfɪs ʌvðə kˈɔːɹəs ɪn ɐ ɡɹˈiːk tɹˈædʒədi, æt ðɪ ɛkspˈɛns ʌvðɪ ˈɪɹz ʌvðə fˈɔːɹ tɹˈævɛlɚz.