text_original: Next morning nothing was left in the courtyard but four high walls, black and smoking, around a horrid mass of smouldering ruins still devouring each other like wild beasts in a circus.
text_transcription: NEXT MORNING NOTHING WAS LEFT IN THE COURTYARD BUT FOUR HIGH WALLS BLACK AND SMOKING AROUND THE HORRID MASS OF SMOULDERING RUINS STILL DEVOURING EACH OTHER LIKE WILD BEASTS IN A CIRCUS
phonemes: nˈɛkst mˈɔːɹnɪŋ nˈʌθɪŋ wʌz lˈɛft ɪnðə kˈɔːɹtjɑːɹd bˌʌt fˈɔːɹ hˈaɪ wˈɔːlz, blˈæk ænd smˈoʊkɪŋ, ɚɹˈaʊnd ɐ hˈɔːɹɪd mˈæs ʌv smˈoʊldɚɹɪŋ ɹˈuːɪnz stˈɪl dɪvˈaʊɚɹɪŋ ˈiːtʃ ˈʌðɚ lˈaɪk wˈaɪld bˈiːsts ɪn ɐ sˈɜːkəs.