text_original: Professor Morris stood with a protecting arm around each of his children. He looked broken and old, and wore the air of a man who has been rudely wakened from a secure and comfortable sleep to view some unimagined horror. The War, the bombardment and the fall of Warsaw, had at last become something more than a spectacle to be transferred to the pages of his book.
text_transcription: PROFESSOR MORRIS STOOD WITH A PROTECTING ARM AROUND EACH OF HIS CHILDREN HE LOOKED BROKEN AND OLD AND WORE THE AIR OF A MAN WHO HAS BEEN RUDELY AWAKENED FROM A SECURE AND COMFORTABLE SLEEP TO VIEW SOME UNIMAGINED HORROR THE WAR THE BOMBARDMENT AND THE FALL OF WARSAW HAD AT LAST BECOME SOMETHING MORE THAN A SPECTACLE TO BE TRANSFERRED TO THE PAGES OF HIS BOOK
phonemes: pɹəfˈɛsɚ mˈɔːɹɪs stˈʊd wɪð ɐ pɹətˈɛktɪŋ ˈɑːɹm ɚɹˈaʊnd ˈiːtʃ əv hɪz tʃˈɪldɹən. hiː lˈʊkt bɹˈoʊkən ænd ˈoʊld, ænd wˈɔːɹ ðɪ ˈɛɹ əvə mˈæn hˌuː hˈæzbiːn ɹˈuːdli wˈeɪkənd fɹʌm ɐ sᵻkjˈʊɹ ænd kˈʌmftəbəl slˈiːp tə vjˈuː sˌʌm ˌʌnɪmˈædʒɪnd hˈɔɹɚ. ðə wˈɔːɹ, ðə bəmbˈɑːɹdmənt ænd ðə fˈɔːl ʌv wˈɔːɹsɔː, hæd æt lˈæst bɪkˌʌm sˈʌmθɪŋ mˈɔːɹ ðˌænə spˈɛktəkəl təbi tɹænsfˈɜːd tə ðə pˈeɪdʒᵻz ʌv hɪz bˈʊk.